The strongest high school student in Japan

Novel Novel No. 0

Although the distance was a bit far and I couldn't see his specific appearance clearly, but judging from his clothes and body shape, he should not be a student but an adult.

A thief, or...

An idea flashed through Jun Mogami's mind.

He controlled his breathing and made no more sound.

The sound of wind and rain covered up almost all the noise. The black shadow slowly walked out of the flower bed and came to the path, then took out his cell phone, as if confirming something.

With the help of the cell phone and the dim light, he recognized the man.

Then his hands clenched.

We are not acquaintances, and it can even be said that we have only met twice.

But even so, he recognized the man.

Sagihara Masao.

Sagihara-senpai's father, Sagihara Masao.

This guy actually sneaked into the school!

As he watched, the middle-aged man tidied up his messy clothes in the drizzle, then walked to the corridor under the teaching building, and then walked deeper into the school.

There was no need to ask him what he was here for.

What matters is what you plan to do.

Mogami Jun took two deep breaths and took the cool rain vapor into his lungs.

Isn't this...something that has already been decided before?

He took out his cell phone and, without caring about the school rules, he directly dialed the chairman's number.

"Chun, is there anything wrong?" The phone was quickly connected, and the old man asked in a voice with a hint of surprise.

"I just witnessed an intruder in the school, Chairman." Mogami Jun replied calmly, "It seems that he is coming for Sagihara-senpai. Please ensure her safety."

"..." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. It was obvious that the old man was digesting the news.

"Is it her father?" asked Chairman Horikawa Nobuyasu.

"Yes." Jun Mogami replied.

"Okay, I'm not in school now, but I'll take care of it right away." The old man agreed immediately, and then gave another warning. "Don't do anything stupid."

Jun Mogami has already hung up the phone.

Then he quickly stood up, turned around and walked towards the teaching building where his class was.

When he reached a flower bed, he reached into the flower bed and fiddled with the soil inside.

The soil was now soft from the rain and it made his hands dirty, but he didn't care.

When he pulled his hand back, there was something extra in his hand.

A baseball bat.

This was a weapon he bought for himself after careful consideration. To be on the safe side, he bought several and hid them in different places in case of emergency.

His preparation was indeed meaningful, and now it was time to use it.

After getting the baseball bat, Jun Mogami turned back and hid himself in the dark shadows again.

This is the school he has been in for several years and he is very familiar with the location.

He wanted to find the invader here and then deal with him.

No matter what preparations that guy had made, he didn't care.

He must solve it before the senior sister is threatened.

On the dark path, Jun Mogami walked carefully.

His footsteps were very light, like a hound searching for prey. If there were people around, they might even be able to see the dim firelight.

The thick baseball bat dangled in his hand, time to put it to use.

He hates violence.

It is still like this even now.

Philosophers have said that military affairs are the continuation of politics, and that the best strategy is to attack the enemy's plans, and the next best strategy is to attack their alliances. Violence is never the top priority option, but only an option when it is necessary.

However, when violence is necessary, he will never hesitate.

Extra (1) Daily Life of Mogami Asana

The pale golden sunlight quietly poured down from the sky with white light patterns, like a dazzling wave, sweeping across the coast, flowing all the way to the depths of the land, and finally watering the green grass and flower beds here.

This mansion, far away from the city, is hidden in a green area, isolated from the cold atmosphere of Tokyo's steel and concrete jungle. Its European architectural style looks fresh and exquisite.

Novel Group 09①⑧

With the arrival of morning, a new day has arrived at the Mogami family residence in the far suburbs of Tokyo.

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"Danna...Danna...?"

Like a gentle call from the clouds, Jun Mogami, who was sleeping soundly on the soft big bed in the master bedroom suite upstairs, slightly opened his eyes.

His vision quickly focused from the blur, and then he saw the face of his wife, Mogami Asana.

Although she has become a mother for a long time, she is still young. There is no trace of time on her fair face, and she still looks as slender as a girl.

At this moment, she was looking at herself with a plain but happy smile.

"What's wrong?" Jun Mogami asked.

"It's been daybreak for a long time, it's time to get up." Mogami Asana replied with a smile, "Although we are busy with work on weekdays, it's understandable to sleep in during the rare holiday, but don't overdo it~"

"Ah?" Jun Mogami suddenly woke up.

Then he suddenly sat down from the bed.

"It's a rare day for our family to get together, we must cherish it." Asana Mogami said, she picked up her husband's shirt and jacket from the bedside and patiently helped him put them on.

After getting dressed, Jun Mogami walked to the window opposite, then pulled open the thick brown gauze curtains and then opened the glass window.

In an instant, a pale golden light filled the large room, as if it had been coated with a thick layer of powder.

The tall middle-aged man was instantly engulfed by this light and merged into it.

Asana, who was standing behind him, stood quietly in front of the window, smiling as before.

To her, this might be the color of happiness.

Jun Mogami took a few deep breaths, letting the freshest morning air nourish his lungs, and then exhaled the foul air.

Then he couldn't help but sneeze.

Although it was a rare sunny day, it was still winter after all. People who had just woken up and were faced with the cold wind would always feel a little uncomfortable.

"Did you catch a cold?" Asana asked quickly, closing the window. "It's the peak season for colds these days, so be careful."

"It's okay, I'm fine now." Jun Mogami replied with a smile, then waved his hands heavily toward the window and stretched his body.

Then he became energetic again.

Accompanied by his wife, Jun Mogami quickly washed up and then walked out of the bedroom with Mogami Asana.

Walking along the corridor on the second floor, the two passed the study and guest room and went down the stairs.

When Jun Mogami first came to this huge mansion, he was just a visitor, and his visit was very unsuccessful. He was almost driven away in disgrace by the owner at the time, Mogami Asana's father.

Who could have imagined that many years later, he would become so familiar with this place and it would become his home?

Mogami Jun didn't have much emotion. As time passed, he had long been accustomed to the identity of the master and of course did not feel any discomfort.

The couple walked down the stairs slowly and at their usual pace. Asana Mogami kept half a body length away from her husband, almost keeping pace with him.

The two of them came to the restaurant downstairs, and at this time, a little girl was already sitting there.

She looked to be about ten years old, with facial features quite similar to Asana, fair skin that was translucent, long black hair that was beautifully tied into a side bun on her head, and a small hat on, making her look like an exquisite doll.

However, it seems that her personality is not as gentle as her appearance. Her beautiful eyebrows kept slightly furrowing, with an undisguised arrogance.

At this moment, when the Mogami couple came in, there was still no expression on her fair face. She just stood up and bowed gently to the couple.

"Good morning, father and mother."

"Good morning, Tsuki." Mogami Jun smiled and nodded. "Don't be so restrained at home, just have fun."

Yes, this little girl is their daughter, Mogami Nagisa.

The servants had already placed toast and milk on the dining table. After greeting each other, the family sat down in their usual seats and started breakfast.

"Tsuki is getting prettier and prettier." Mogami Jun joked to his wife, "She is indeed the product of our two best qualities... She will surely charm everyone when she grows up."

"Yes." Mogami Asana nodded in agreement. "Of course our child is the most beautiful..."

After a moment, she came back to her senses and quickly looked at her daughter again.

"However, if a girl wants to make a living in the world, it is not enough to just rely on her looks." She taught her daughter in an admonishing tone, "You must study hard and strive to improve yourself, so that you can live up to the name of the Mogami family..."

"Come on, our family name is not that valuable. It's no big deal if we lose." Mogami Jun couldn't help but complain, "Zi is still young, don't put too much pressure on her. I am very satisfied with her grades now, let her be happy. It's not good for her to be so tense all the time at such a young age."

"How can you keep saying these things in front of your own children?" Asana refuted her husband's words. "If even our own people don't value our family's reputation, how can we convince others?"

Then, she looked at her daughter and continued to instruct her. "Zhi, you heard your father's praise today. This is an affirmation of you. Your parents are very satisfied with your recent performance. However, you should not be complacent and never slack off in your studies."

As expected, Asana is always serious... Watching the mother scolding her daughter, Mogami Jun couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Asana is, after all, Mrs. Izumo's daughter. Although they have many differences in personality and hobbies, they have many similarities deep down.

Dedication to the family, strictness in educating children, and the insistence on never giving in on matters of principle.

But they are decisively different.

The family that Lady Izumo identified with was the Matsukata family, while the family that Asana identified with was the Mogami family.

So...what's wrong with this?

"Got it, Mom." Mogami nodded gently and responded calmly to her mother. "I will continue to work hard."

"That's good." Asana nodded with satisfaction. "I'm not trying to teach you a lesson today. I've seen your efforts and achievements. I just hope you can keep going."

Jun Mogami is very busy on weekdays and has hardly any time, so the person responsible for his daughter's education can only be Mrs. Mogami.

From the current perspective, Asana Mogami's achievements are still very significant, and she has not disappointed her parents.

Just like that, while chatting, breakfast at the Mogami family was over.

Asana asked the servants to come and clean up, then said to Mogami Jun, "In that case, why don't we go to the lawn to bask in the sun? It's a rare sunny day recently... I've asked someone to put the lounge chairs in place."

"Okay, let's do this." Jun Mogami agreed immediately.

Then, Jun Mogami walked out of the mansion and walked towards the lawn. He then lay down on the recliner, rocking gently, closing his eyes and enjoying the sunshine.

He usually fights hard in the Colosseum of Tokyo, and he really wants to enjoy a sunny day where he doesn't have to worry about anything and do nothing.

Fortunately, everything at home was arranged by Asana, and everything was so perfect.

Appropriate without being excessive, restrained yet satisfying enough.

That's enough.

Facing the sunshine, Jun Mogami closed his eyes comfortably.

Asana Mogami, who was still staying in the mansion, looked at Jun Mogami who was resting comfortably in a rocking chair in the distance, and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Then she returned to her usual calm.

"Come with me, I have something to tell you. Let's go to your room."

"Okay." After a moment of surprise, Mogami nodded and agreed.

Then, the mother and daughter came to Mogamizu's room together.

The large room was originally Asana's own bedroom. The furnishings inside seemed to be not much different from those of the past. Mogami Asana was very familiar with the furnishings and things inside. As soon as she came in, her eyes were fixed on the scroll hanging on the wall of the room.

In addition to the calligraphy works of famous calligraphers, many of the calligraphy scrolls that Mrs. Mogami had written for her husband over the years were hung in the most conspicuous place as models for her daughter to practice - perhaps this was also the pride that a mother inadvertently revealed.