Chapter 25： note

The final result of Kajima’s failure to do his homework for the cold wind is to make him submit a composition today. As for the cold wind being beaten...

Kashima is not stupid, how could he fail to see that the student in the class begging for him?

'Although Cold Wind has poor grades, his emotional intelligence is still quite high. ’

Kajima thought this in his heart, and then said, "Then, let's start the class! Today, I will talk about the principle of trap manufacturing!"

"Iruka, is Erfa's dream really a chef?" The cold wind escaped, pretending to be attending the class seriously, while whispering to the next Iruka.

Iluka said: "Er fat... Well, Ito’s classmate's family is a sushi restaurant. He grew up in a sushi restaurant and aspires to become the best sushi chef in the village."

The cold wind is puzzled: "Then why does the teacher seem to value him? Does he love sushi?"

"No, it's because Erfa... Ito's theoretical knowledge is the best in our class." Iluka covered his forehead and said in pain, "Cold wind, please don't give Er... Ito the messy nickname. "

The cold wind squinted his eyes and looked at him: "Obviously, you also yell very smoothly."

"I don't have one!" Iruka became angry from embarrassment, he is a principled man!

At this moment, the person sitting in the front row of Iluka suddenly threw a small piece of paper back.

Iluka was taken aback, picked up the small piece of paper and opened it, showing a wonderful expression on his face, and then he tried to learn something, squinting at the cold wind.

"What are you doing?" The cold wind instantly felt a strong malice from Iluka.

"For you." Iluka passed the small note.

The cold wind is stunned: What does this mean? Was confessed?

The cold wind silently opened the small note, and it read: Moonlight cold wind, don’t run in the afternoon training session! ! !

"Ok?"

The cold wind raised his brows, and the three exclamation marks didn't look like they wanted to confess.

Then, the person sitting in front of him also lost a small piece of paper.

The cold wind subconsciously took over and opened: Moonlight cold wind, singled out in the afternoon! !

Three black lines ooze out of the cold wind on his forehead: Which turtle grandson is picking up the matter?

But before he had time to lock the ‘Suspect’, one after another small notes were passed from all directions, plus the first two, a total of fourteen!

You have to know that their entire class is only 30 people!

The cold wind read one by one, all for him.

The cold wind covered his head, my heart was so tired.

"Cold wind, are you okay?"

Iruka held back a smile and asked with a pretense of concern, but the joy in his eyes could not be concealed.

"I just want to be a nasty beautiful man, why is it so difficult?"

The cold wind supported his cheeks with both hands, secretly thanking that he had mastered the throwing of the ninja last night, otherwise he would have to get a fat beating this afternoon.

But...

‘These bronzes are really stubborn, no matter what, today Brother Hanfeng will teach you the principles of life, and you will be grateful to me when you come out of society. ’

But there is one more question.

Your own ninja throwing suddenly improved so much, will Kashima be suspicious?

The cold wind thought for a while, no, you have to write the composition quickly and hand it in. It's best to let Kashima ‘see’ his talent for throwing a ball!

Thinking of this, Cold Wind immediately pulled out a workbook from the drawer, only to find that he didn't bring a pen, so he hurriedly borrowed one from Irukana.

Above, Kashima was eloquently explaining the knowledge points of trap making, and below, the cold wind wrote about the experience of ninjutsu throwing.

For the cold wind who has fully mastered the throwing of ninja, writing a five-hundred-word composition is a piece of cake.

In less than forty minutes, Cold Wind completed his composition.

After the break between classes, Cold Wind immediately went to Kashima with his composition.

Kajima Yugami watched it again, showing a stunning expression, and praised without hesitation: "Cold wind, I didn't expect you to have such a deep experience of ninja throwing!"

Hanfeng said modestly: "The teacher taught me well."

"No matter what the teacher teaches, it's useless if you don't listen."

If Yu Kajima had something to say, Hanfeng’s ability to write his experience so quickly can only show that... he didn’t listen to his lectures at all during class, but was immersed in writing his experience!

The cold wind showed an awkward smile.

"Okay, let's go back."

Kashima said nothing, and waved his hand to let the cold wind return to the classroom.

Back to the classroom, the cold wind found that everything was normal in the class, but thinking of the fourteen small notes in the desk, the cold wind smiled silently, thinking to eat more lunch today, so powerful to beat people.

In the next few theory classes, not only was the cold wind unwilling to listen, half of the people in the class were also absent-minded, silently waiting for the passage of time.

at last!

"Okay, this is the end of the morning get out of class. Class ends."

Kashima looked at the students who were eager to move below, and couldn’t help but reminded, “Students, the practical training class in the afternoon is under the guidance of the teacher Dazhi Hiramatsu of Class 1. Everyone is serious, don’t mess with Teacher Dazhi, you know?"

"Yes!"

Bronze shouted emotionally.

Kajima shook his head, turned and left the classroom.

As soon as he left, the class suddenly became active.

Hongdou took the bento and ran to the last row.

"The cold wind, you are over, the latest information, the training session in the afternoon, you will face a dozen opponents, the form is very serious!" Hong Dou made a solemn expression hard.

"rest assured."

Cold Wind took out his sushi bento and hummed, "I am the strongest!"

"Huh? Sushi!"

Adzuki bean saw the contents of the cold wind bento, UU reading cried out in surprise, "Cold wind, don't you eat?"

Speaking of this, the cold wind's face darkened. He pointed to the seaweed and sesame sushi in the bento, and asked: "Red beans, is there any difference between this sushi and onigiri?"

"Of course there is a difference!"

Suddenly an excited voice came over. It was Ito Erpang who worked hard and studied hard at the ninja school with the dream of a chef.

"How can rice **** be compared to sushi?"

Itoji said with a chubby face and displeased, "Sushi can be divided into box sushi, rolled sushi, too rolled, thin rolled, hand rolled, inner rolled..."

While talking, Ito Erpang has come to the cold wind table and saw the seaweed sesame sushi in his bento.

"This...this is not sushi!"

Ito Erpang was furious, "Sushi is not like this, you are lazy, you have defiled the sushi, and the sushi made in this way is simply..."

"No soul?" The cold wind reminded him.

"Yes, this kind of sushi has no soul at all!" Er Fat was very emotional.

The cold wind was a little inexplicable, and looked at Iluka: "What's wrong with him?"

"Cold wind, I told you earlier, Erpang's family...cough cough, Ito-classmate's home is sushi." Iruka whispered.

"That's it."

The cold wind looked down at the seaweed sesame sushi in the bento, vaguely understood.

Sushi is probably sacred and inviolable in Erpang's heart, it is a belief, it is a dream to chase for a lifetime, and the sushi that Keeko made... Don't say anything, Cold Wind is also wronged.

"Anyway!"

Erpang glared at the cold wind, and said, "Moonlight and cold wind, practical training in the afternoon, let's be enlightened!"