He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

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"Wow, look what's that?" Several girls passing by in the corridor exclaimed as they peered out of the school window.

A stretched Lincoln was parked at the school gate.

Only that crazy woman, Xing Gongxi, could afford to sit in this entire school.

What an ignorant and foolish look!

Fukada cursed under her breath, intending to continue arranging work, until she caught a glimpse of the group of people getting out of the car out of the corner of her eye.

The Mido sisters, the delinquent leader Nikaido, the transfer student Jackie, and...

Akira Shirakawa

The group was chatting and laughing, which made Fukada very unhappy.

While they work hard here, the others play happily there.

Oh right, Hoshino mentioned that they were going to do some kind of play rehearsal.

If you didn't know better, you'd think they'd just come back from a silver party.

Especially these girls.

There seemed to be a cloying, saccharine scent of romance permeating everyone's lives.

But they really have the leisure and refined taste.

Fukada snorted coldly.

After the other girls left, Shirakawa was left anxiously waiting at the school gate.

Fukada raised an eyebrow. Now that only Shirakawa was left, she sensed that he was about to do something important.

The work here has all been assigned, and Fukada has nothing to do.

So he decided to secretly follow Shirakawa.

When Shirakawa got into Miike Naeko's car, Fukada quickly hailed a taxi and followed closely behind.

And then, this is what happened.

Fukada kept changing the shooting angle, recording their every move. This woman seemed familiar.

She seemed to be a policewoman who had given a lecture at our school. As the vice president, she had also been involved in these activities, and she especially remembered this policewoman vividly.

She's so good-looking, and her position seems pretty high; it's obvious she got there by her looks.

Fukada perfectly exemplifies what it means to "see everything as dirty from the heart."

The creaking, vibrating car finally came to a stop.

Shirakawa changed into a Chenghuang Middle School uniform and got out of the car. He showed no signs of fatigue and appeared relaxed and at ease.

Fukada quickly used the cars in the parking lot as cover and hid, spying on Shirakawa's every move.

What's going on? Why is he changing into the Chenghuang Middle School uniform?

Could it be that he has a lover at Chenghuang Middle School?

Interesting. How much editing material will I be able to accumulate today?

Fukada couldn't help but smile. She could already picture the wonderful scene of Shirakawa being scorned, isolated, and bullied by that group of girls and the entire school.

The moment the car door opened, you could vaguely see that the woman inside seemed to be lying face down on the seat with her legs wide apart, unable to get up.

Shortly after Shirakawa left, Fukada rushed over and took several photos of the woman through the car window and windshield.

The person was lying face down on the reclining chair, unable to close his legs, with a large amount of lubricant constantly seeping out, and his arms hanging limply, completely powerless.

Knocked unconscious?

Fukada took a few photos and hurriedly left, the sight making her feel nauseous.

Although she was good at flattering and seducing young virgins, she never actually engaged in illicit sexual relations with men; doing so would only make her feel deeply uncomfortable.

She felt that these men were like brainless simps, and no one could accept doing what a simp would do.

Fukada chased after Shirakawa.

There were security guards patrolling in the security booth at the school gate. They let Shirakawa pass because he was wearing the school uniform of Chenghuang Middle School.

Fukada, who was right behind Shirakawa, wanted to follow, but was stopped by security guards.

"Hey, you, a student from Sakura High School, what are you doing here?"

“Uncle, I’m the vice president of the student council at Sakura High School,” Fukada pointed to the armband on his arm. “I’m here to discuss the school festival publicity with the student council of Shirokō Middle School…”

The security guard carefully examined the girl. She had a pink single ponytail, was dressed quite nicely, wore a miniskirt that showed off her beautiful legs, and had a sweet smile. She didn't look like a bad person at all.

"Go in, and come out soon."

"Ah, thank you, thank you, Uncle!" Fukada thanked him repeatedly, then ran off to find Shirakawa.

Shirakawa side.

He had successfully infiltrated Chenghuang Middle School, only to realize that he had forgotten to bring his mask.

However, there's no turning back now. The school festival is in two days, and we still have to rehearse these next few days, so I need to hurry up and find some information about Yoshioka.

When he returned to the Yoshioka classroom, he found his seat completely empty, with even the desk and bookshelves spotless.

That's strange, it shouldn't be time for school to end yet.

"Hey, classmate, is Yoshioka here?" Shirakawa asked a random passerby in the classroom.

"Yoshioka? He took leave."

"Taking leave? When will he be back?"

"I don't know, it seems like he won't be coming back until the school festival."

"What!?" Shirakawa was shocked.

Did Yoshioka run away?

179. Re-entering Chenghuang Middle School

Thinking about it carefully, I guess it was my actions of wearing that magic mask and asking around about Yoshioka that alerted Yoshioka and made him feel threatened.

This Yoshioka is quite cautious.

Shirakawa's trip to Chenghuang Middle School turned out to be a waste.

Although Shirakawa wanted to gather more information about Yoshioka, he didn't want to ask his classmates.

It's not that I'm socially awkward, it's just that if I suddenly pull a classmate aside and ask, "What do you think of Yoshioka? What kind of person is Yoshioka?"

It's strange, and embarrassing.

Moreover, Yoshioka's other identity is that of a leader of delinquent students, and he may have instructed his subordinates to keep an eye out for anyone who might inquire about him.

In short, this place is completely different from Sakura High School. You can encounter several delinquents just on the way, and every second Shirakawa stays here is dangerous.

Could it be that we really made a wasted trip?

Just as Shirakawa was pacing back and forth in the third-floor corridor, about to return, he vaguely heard the sound of people fighting outside the school.

Following the sound, I went to the window on the third floor and peered down.

The outside is right behind the teaching building.

Directly below Shirakawa.

A scarred man, a man with a pompadour, and a blond man are bullying a skinny, pitiful boy.

These were the three thugs that Shirakawa had beaten up in the alley earlier. Now, their heads, arms, and legs were all wrapped in bandages and gauze, making them look utterly pathetic.

The boy stood ramrod straight, head down, leaning against the wall, not daring to move an inch.

"Hey! Little brother, lend us some money." The guy with the pompadour squatted down in front of the boy, looked up into his eyes, and threatened him in a stern voice.

This boy was exactly the same height and build as "Brave B" who beat them up with his little tricks.

The medical expenses incurred during hospitalization, the blame from family members, and the anger of not being able to defeat that brave B—all these dark emotions were bottled up inside him.

So they found this easy target at school and vented their frustrations on him.

"Mom hasn't given me any pocket money yet. Can we talk about it next month?" the boy pleaded weakly, leaning against the wall.

"Next month? If you can't give it to me next month, then we'll talk about the month after next. You're just dragging it out month after month, aren't you?" The blond-haired man grabbed the skinny boy by the collar and lifted him up by force.

He projected this image onto the damned "hero B" and wanted to beat him up to vent his anger.

"Hey, let's put him down first," the scarred man said.

The blond-haired man put the little boy down.

“The school festival is coming soon, so we won’t ask for much. Just lend us 1 yen, and we’ll leave once you give us the money,” the scarred man said.

This is their usual tactic: first threaten him, then give him a glimmer of hope that he can avoid being beaten, and in the end, no matter whether the boy gives it or not, he still gets beaten.

"I don't have that much money! Please, please let me go," the boy pleaded humbly.

The boy also understood that what he called "borrowing" was actually "stealing."