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

"Hoshino-kun."

Kumiko Yamaguchi stood in the doorway, smiling. "You just said, who's the leader of Class 3-D?"

The row of boys by the wall all lowered their heads.

The hinges of the back door didn't make a sound, and the classroom was filled with the sounds of desks being dragged and slogans being shouted.

He was so preoccupied with figuring out how to win over the students that he let Kumiko Yamaguchi sneak up behind him!

Oops!

A high-ranking cadre from Bureau 749 was caught red-handed by his supervisor on his very first day of undercover work!

Kumiko Yamaguchi took a step forward.

A flash of white light streaked across the black-rimmed glasses.

She was petite, and her sportswear was unfashionable and utterly intimidating, but her teacherly aura made Zhou Xingxing a little flustered. "I've only been gone a few minutes, and you're already forming cliques?"

Zhou Xingxing's previous arrogance vanished, and he rushed to Yamaguchi Kumiko in a few strides, "Teacher, you're finally back!"

Ga?

The entire class was dumbfounded.

The group of blond-haired men stared wide-eyed, completely unable to believe what they had just heard.

Didn't this guy ask for a sponsorship fee of 19,000 just a minute ago?!

Have you lost all your backbone in the underworld?!

Zhou Xingxing completely ignored the horrified stares of the group of scoundrels behind him, turned around to face the whole class, straightened his back, and waved vigorously.

"The entire Class 3D unanimously believes that Teacher Xiaomei is our core, our guiding light, and our direction!"

"I was just about to warm things up by inviting you to give an important speech on building class discipline!"

"Everyone agrees, right?"

Huang Mao was the first to raise his hand, "Yes, yes, yes! We are warmly welcoming Teacher Xiao Mei to come and provide guidance!"

"Yes! Hoshino-nii... oh no, Hoshino-kun is absolutely right!"

"Teacher Xiaomei is the guiding light for Class 3-D in the darkness!"

Flattery is as plentiful as a mountain.

Kumiko Yamaguchi was so flattered by these usually unruly delinquents that she froze on the spot.

What exactly is this transfer student up to?

Before she could think it through, Zhou Xingxing slid to the podium as if her feet were greased, pulled out a chair, and wiped the table with her sleeve.

"Teacher, please sit down! Please sit down!" Zhou Xingxing's voice was filled with heartache.

"You work tirelessly day and night for us, the delicate flowers of our nation's future. Even the strands of your hair speak volumes about your greatness. You've worked so hard!"

After finishing all that, Lao Zhou slipped back to his seat and sat down.

With bright eyes fixed on the blackboard, he looked every bit the model student who had "loved learning since childhood"!

Kumiko Yamaguchi pointed to the row of boys along the wall. "Then explain to me why they're standing there?"

Stephen Chow remained calm and composed.

"Teacher, this is a standing posture training exercise that Class 3D spontaneously organized."

"Look at young people these days! They have no manners at all, whether they're sitting or standing. What kind of behavior is this!"

"Only by standing upright can you walk the right path in society! Just now, the students were so enthusiastic and eager to sign up for the 'torture'... I mean, for the training. This scene was truly moving and brought tears to my eyes!"

The Yakuza trainees at the base of the wall were completely dumbfounded.

What the hell is this about etiquette?

What kind of people are considered useful to society?

We're the delinquent youths determined to dominate Suzuran High School... oops, I mean, to dominate the high school!

Yamaguchi Kumiko sneered.

A crooked tie, untied shoelaces, a blond man's reddened wrist, and a chair knocked askew on the floor...

She saw all of this.

Zhou Xingxing's heart sank; this woman had seen through him.

That kind of scrutiny is definitely not something an ordinary teacher who only knows how to grade homework would do.

This teacher doesn't seem like a simple person either...

In the end, Kumiko Yamaguchi didn't cause him any trouble. She waved her hand and said, "Alright, stop standing and go back to your seat."

In this lesson, Stephen Chow pushed the best students' performances to their limits.

When Kumiko Yamaguchi was giving her lecture, Stephen Chow leaned forward, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes shone.

His face was filled with a thirst for knowledge!

Kumiko Yamaguchi even took off her glasses and wiped the lenses with a glasses cloth.

Is it a hallucination?

Was the bossy demeanor I saw when I opened the door just now a side effect of staying up all night watching yakuza movies?

Hoshino Seiichi is clearly a super well-behaved and good child!

Below the podium.

Zhou Xingxing stared at the Japanese textbook full of guesswork and misunderstandings, his vision beginning to blur.

He would rather go back to New York and take on twenty Wolverine clones one-on-one than suffer this kind of torment here.

The blackboard in front of him began to distort in his eyes.

Those white chalk lines slowly turned into iron railings.

A wave of sadness washed over him, and the sound of an erhu accompaniment unconsciously echoed in his mind.

Leaving behind a warm and loving family…

I'm back in the hellish place...

Gazing at the bright moon through the iron bars...

My heart is filled with sorrow…

Wandering to the ends of the earth...

When will I regain my freedom...?

In my mind, the mournful accompaniment of the erhu grew louder and louder.

Iron bars, prison clothes.

Why can Ling Ling Er go around showing off, while he has to sit here and suffer like this?

He doesn't agree!

In a fit of extreme grief and indignation, Stephen Chow's lips began to open and close gently in sync with the erhu accompaniment in his mind.

On the podium.

Kumiko Yamaguchi turned around, her eyes fixed on Stephen Chow's lifeless face.

Just then, a hand reached out from the side and hit his ribs.

The force wasn't great, but it was enough to bring Old Zhou back to his senses.

"Hoshino-kun, the teacher is watching you."

Stephen Chow jolted awake.

My gaze snapped to the spot, meeting the increasingly dangerous look in Kumiko Yamaguchi's eyes from the podium.

He straightened his back, grabbed the ballpoint pen on the table, and opened the exercise book in front of him that he had never even looked at before.

Without saying a word, he started writing furiously!

As he wrote, his brows furrowed in a serious manner.

He exudes the aura of a top student, completely absorbed in the ocean of knowledge and tackling unsolved mysteries of humankind.

On the podium.

He only turned his head slightly when the chalk on the podium started to chime again.

This time, he took a good look at his deskmate and realized that she was a girl.

She has short, ear-length hair and is very quiet.

The textbook was filled with neat notes.

In this chaotic Class 3D, she was so normal that she seemed like an anomaly.

"Thanks," Zhou Xingxing said in a low voice, leaning closer. "What's your name?"

The girl neither stopped writing nor turned to look at him.

"Hisako Ichirai."

Stephen Chow said "Oh," and added, "Ichikawa-kun, I'm so grateful, just let me know if you ever run into any trouble!"

Ichiki Hisako turned her head, glanced at Stephen Chow as if he were an idiot, and then turned her head back, her voice even lower than before.

"Don't thank me yet."

"Huh?" Stephen Chow was taken aback.

Hisako Ichiki quickly turned a page in her book. "You need to protect yourself first. The teacher is watching you again."

Kumiko Yamaguchi placed her hands on the edge of the podium and leaned forward.

"Hoshino-kun, since you're so energetic, you must have fully absorbed what we just learned, right?"

She pointed to the textbook with her finger.

"You'll read this section aloud to everyone!"