Kamen Rider is playing the villain in Pretty Cure

Ash was woken up by the arm extended by his deskmate.

On the desk, Ash opened his eyes while holding up his glasses. On the desk in front of him was a sixth-grade math textbook with his name written on it.

The textbook in Ash's hand was brand new, as if it had never been opened.

"I see, I fell asleep..."

Usually no one dares to sleep in the homeroom teacher's class, that's usually the case.

The reflection from his glasses prevented the classmates watching him from seeing his expression, but Ash could see the chalk flying straight towards him.

"Snapped."

He caught the piece of chalk that was less than two inches from his forehead with two fingers, and with a turn of his wrist, the chalk went back to where it came from.

"Snapped."

Hearing the crisp sound of chalk falling into the box, the teacher's face at the podium became even darker.

Chapter 137 Ash's Past

The math teacher in charge of the class frowned deeply.

This student named Yaxiu has always been a troublemaker in the class. It’s not that he is the kind of naughty kid who is uneducated and likes to fight, but if he is, the experienced class teacher has a hundred ways to deal with him.

Ash is not like that. In another sense, he is an "outlier" who has indeed broken the rules of "mature agreement" and is as stubborn as a rock and difficult to change.

He is a "thorn" who only uses normal teaching methods and cannot find any flaws or correction methods.

Even through a pair of glasses, Ash still looked fearlessly at his class teacher who was over fifty years old, without any "reverence" for adults and elders in his eyes.

"Ash, did you hear what I just said?"

"Of course, I understand, sir."

Ash was lying with his eyes open. Half of the class saw that he had been sleeping since the beginning of class.

"Then please complete the questions on the blackboard."

The teacher made room and handed the chalk to Ash.

Ash observed the questions on the blackboard: questions about three-variable linear equations and bounded functions, as well as formulas for calculating light quantum energy. These were all within the scope of learning for junior high school students and were obviously not problems that elementary school students could solve.

Only then did he remember that today's learning content should be an early understanding of junior high school knowledge, and it was not yet the stage of formal teaching.

Then the teacher's purpose of asking him to come up and answer the questions is very obvious. It is to let this bold student who openly slept in class know his mistakes and to dampen his enthusiasm.

After reading the questions, Ash had no questions or hesitations, he just pushed up his glasses.

The wisdom of mortals.

"Tread, tread, tread."

Except for the sound of chalk constantly hitting the blackboard, the entire Class 4, Grade 6 classroom was extremely quiet.

There was no difficulty, they were all dead questions. Ash was too lazy to even think about the problems. All he had to do was plug the formulas in and calculate accordingly. He didn't even need to look up the book.

Half a minute later, after writing the complete calculation process, Ash put the chalk back into the box, nodded to the head teacher, and sat back in his seat.

He does not need to wait for the teacher to judge whether the answer is correct. Firstly, he has confidence in himself. Secondly, just by watching the teacher crush the chalk, he can know that his answer is correct.

It's so boring. Studying is not something that excites me.

Ash was kept in school as punishment to clean the classroom today because he talked back to the teacher.

Putting the broom back in its place calmly, Ash walked towards the garbage dump with the garbage bag. Halfway there, a hand grabbed his collar and dragged him aside.

"It's you, kid?"

"That's right, cousin, it's him!"

Ash looked at the people coming from all around, including the one who grabbed his collar. Three of them should be junior high school students, maybe even in the third year. The remaining one was his classmate.

But what's going on? I have already changed my habits and become more restrained than before. Why are there still people who want to cause trouble for me?

"You're the one who stole my brother's things, right?"

"I didn't." Ash really didn't steal it.

"You still dare to quibble!" As he expected, the other party had no intention of listening to his explanation, but insisted that it was his fault.

The junior high school student slapped the glasses, causing them to fly out and fall on the steps beside him with a crisp sound.

There is a slight swelling on the left cheek.

Ash narrowed his eyes, and his target was not the person who hit him, but the classmate hiding behind him. He could even read the meaning of "Hehe, you deserve it!" from his expression.

After carefully reviewing what happened between him and him in the past, Ash roughly guessed what was going on.

By the way, I accidentally stole the first place from him in this midterm test. When I got the test paper, I casually explained to him the solutions to the wrong questions. If you think about it carefully, his expression at that time did not show any sign of humbly accepting the answer.

"I see, jealous...?"

"What did you say? Say it again what you meant!"

Ash didn't want to listen to the middle school students' nonsense, but instead carefully observed the distance between each other and calculated the gap between himself and them.

The one who came looking for my cousin was weak, not to mention for now. Three middle school students versus one elementary school student, there's a huge disparity in both physical strength and numbers. Unless I'm a Saiyan, there's no way I can win head-on. The principles of operation in this world aren't idealistic at all, but based on the four fundamental forces. So what I have to do is...

"If you ever—whoa!"

Before the other person could finish, Ash spat in his eyes. While he was stepping back in shock, Ash picked up the garbage bag and threw it towards the other person.

"How dare you—what a cough cough!"

The other person bumped into the garbage bag head-on. There was no garbage in the bag, only dust. The second junior high school student who bumped into him started coughing violently. The third, slightly fatter junior high school student finally reacted and rushed towards Ash angrily, raising his hands to catch him.

"If direct contact is impossible, I have to use other means."

Being small has its advantages. Ash bent down to avoid being caught, and slammed his whole body into the opponent's unstable legs and feet, then pushed him to the other side with all his strength. Just as Ash had calculated, the several of them collided heavily with each other and fell to the ground groaning in pain.

Then, with an expressionless face, he finished off the "vital" parts that could cause people deathly pain, and after making sure that they would not stand up again in a short time, he nodded and walked aside.

He's not good at fighting yet, but that doesn't mean he can't fight.

The elementary school student who called for someone to "teach Ash a lesson" was completely shocked. He never expected that three junior high school students could be dealt with by an elementary school student in the blink of an eye?!

Although he had heard of Ash's reputation for being a loner, he still wanted to teach him a lesson, but he didn't expect that -!

Seeing Ash walking towards him, he collapsed to the ground and waved his hands in fear.

"You-you-you, don't come over here, I'm sorry-!"

"Don't let it happen again. And please help me take out the trash."

Ash didn't even look at him, he just bent down to pick up the glasses next to him, blew off the dust, put them back on, and left without looking back.

"It seems to be broken." Ash seemed a little distressed when he noticed the cracks on the edge of his glasses. "This is hard to explain."

"Do you know what the teacher said about you—!"

As soon as he got home, he was greeted by a scolding from his father. Ash knew that his parents were probably going to be called in for a visit.

My parents are both very ordinary workers. They may not have much education, but they understand the importance of knowledge, so they believe what the teacher says very much.

Besides, it was he who fell asleep in class first, so Ash had nothing to say.

"Do you know what the teacher said? He said you have no respect for your elders and are lawless!"

"Yes, I'm sorry."

Ash didn't refute or retort, he just lowered his head and humbly accepted the scolding that was meant to educate him.

Ash has been a genius since he was young.

A genius in the literal sense seems to learn everything very quickly, can master anything immediately, and can apply what he has learned to other situations as long as he wants to. It seems that there is nothing he cannot do, and no problem seems to be difficult for him.

If it were just that, Ash's parents might be happy that they had a child prodigy, but Ash is not just a genius, he also has flaws that are equally fatal to ordinary people.

Soon even Ash himself discovered that when faced with things that were not difficult for a genius like him, his enthusiasm would quickly run out. He was too lazy to even drink a sip of water or sit on a chair to pee. When he encountered a problem that needed to be solved, he just had to cram at the last minute.

If you want him to study seriously and specialize in a skill or ability, he probably has to be pressured and forced by people he agrees with. Unfortunately, there is no one he can convince so far, and even his parents themselves just listen to them obediently.

This equally awkward personality caused his talent to quickly spread in an unpleasant way. Malice from the people around him continued to attack him, jealous voices accused him of being hypocritical, and cold violence or direct bullying followed.

Ash guessed that this was the world's revenge on people like him who didn't fit in.

However, Ash had no intention of changing the world or himself. Faced with the way the world treated him, he chose the simplest solution for young people today - "lie down". He stood there like a stubborn stone, not allowing himself to be changed by this boring world.

"What's wrong with your glasses?"

"I fell accidentally."

Another slap in the face, but Ash was not angry. He knew that these glasses were the best ones his father had specially picked out for him in the store. They cost him one and a half months' salary and made him borrow cigarettes for a long time. It was natural that he would be so angry.

A faint pain came from the right side of his face, which was not as severe as the stinging sensation on his left face, which had now subsided.

"You prodigal son, do you know—!"

"I'm so sorry."

Yaxiu did not object to his father's "stick makes a good son" education, because he knew that this was how his grandfather treated his father, and his father and mother did not know any other way of education.

He was not angry, not furious, and not aggrieved, just the same as usual.

The lecture lasted for two hours until the mother came back and persuaded the father to stop.

"I will reflect on it. Now I'll go back to my room."

"Wait."

His mother's voice stopped Ash from opening the door.

"What's with the handprint on your face? It wasn't from your father, it was from the other side."

"Snapped--!"

The man slammed his big hand on the table, and Ash saw his father's angry face, which seemed to make him even angrier.

"Who hit me?"

"nobody."

"Tell me the truth, little brat! Who hit you? Was it your teacher?"

After a period of wrangling, he finally gave out the person who "bullied" him.

Ash sighed and closed the door.

"This is a bit troublesome. Will Dad cause trouble at school again?"

Ash looked distressed, but when he saw what was placed on his desk, he put his distress aside.

"Forget it, never mind him. Let me deal with tomorrow's affairs tomorrow."

He took off his glasses and put them aside. In fact, Ash was not nearsighted, but wearing glasses could help him avoid some trouble, so he pretended to be nearsighted and put them on.

Putting everything that happened today behind him, Ash turned on the culprit that made him sleepy in class - the computer, picked up the notebook at hand, and finally showed the expression that a man of his age should have.

That's a simple and pure smile from seeing something fun.

"Approaching~Shocker~"

While his peers are playing various VR games, Ash is obsessed with ancient heroic special effects dramas from decades ago.

"How will Hongo Takeshi punish the Shocker monster today?"

He was like a sixth-grade student who had watched the TV with a large volume decades ago, looking forward to the next sample plot of Kamen Rider vs. Shocker.

While watching the video, Ash was writing something in a notebook. However, as he was writing, when the plot on the screen reached its climax, Ash looked embarrassed.

"Hmm... I can find a way to generate a hundred-ton punch and kick force and the energy of the typhoon belt, but I'm not sure how to instantly transform into a suit. This era hasn't developed the technology for that yet."

How about I try my own research? Never mind. This isn't some special effects film logic. Without money, there's no way to do any research. I'll wait until I'm a few years older.

"Now let's finish reading the rest."

No longer thinking about the troubles, Ash crossed out the cover of the notebook with "Kamen Rider Project" written on it, then lay on the bed and continued to happily watch the scene on the screen where Kamen Rider One was fighting the Cactus Monster.

"Go ahead, Number One! Use the Knight Kick!"

The two of them were completely different from their previous appearances, and the expressions on their faces were one of carefree excitement and stimulation.

He would even cheer for the people on the screen while watching like a primary school student.