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"I like Mai too."

"Yes, I know."

Only Jiangyuan can taste the pinkish fragrance of Mai that has been preserved to this day.

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"Oh right, time's almost up! Class starts in one minute!"

As if realizing something, Jiang Yuan's expression changed slightly.

I was so engrossed in enjoying the girls' beauty that I forgot it was time for art class!

Even though he possessed great power, Jiang Yuan never considered skipping class on purpose.

Jiang Yuan wants to enjoy a peaceful daily life, not to use his power to do whatever he wants.

"Hero, let's go."

"Let's go."

Holding the soft, delicate hand of the woman in the water-washed hemp clothing.

As he passed the door, he glanced out the window, a hint of surprise and amusement flashing in his eyes.

But he didn't say anything and quickly walked towards the classroom.

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After a while

"Ouch—, my back..."

A faint, sharp gasp suddenly came from the ground.

Then, a forgotten broom struggled to its feet, trembling.

Instinctively, I reached out to grab the corner of the table to prop myself up.

As soon as I gripped it tightly...

"it hurts!"

A sharp pain shot through me.

The pain brought tears to Nakanojo's eyes, and he lost his balance and fell down again.

"boom!".

"it hurts!"

The back of his head hit the cold ground again, making a crisp sound.

It's clearly a good start.

"..."

Fall to the ground Look at the ceiling.

Nakanojo had just shed a tear, and her eyes were vacant.

Nakanojo Tsuyoshi just feels that he might have a hard time going to school today.

He just wanted to come back and get some things.

As soon as he returned, he was struck on the head by a mysterious golden light, and in pain, he fell against the corner of the table and hit his kidney hard.

It really hurt so much I wanted to die.

Nakanojo felt like his kidneys might have been broken in two.

He was in so much pain that he lay on the ground for a long time.

It took a while for him to recover.

I want to get up.

It felt like I'd caught something sharp, like I'd been stung by a wasp.

The pain made me climb up, but I fell back down halfway because it hurt even more.

"What did I bump into? Why does it hurt so much, and why is it so sharp?"

With tears streaming down her face, she lay on the ground, and Nakanojo looked up.

One corner of a desk gleamed coldly under the light.

Nakanojo was a little confused.

I rubbed my eyes and took a closer look.

"Steel... iron...?"

07 Nakanojo suddenly fell silent.

'You're seeing things...'

Thinking to himself, Nakanojo rubbed his eyes and wiped away his tears.

Take a closer look.

"Sharp steel..."

Okay, confirmed, it's definitely steel, but we need to add a prefix.

Yes, sharp.

"so……"

He struggled to get up.

Looking down from a high vantage point.

Looking at the steel plate that seemed to grow colder and colder around the four corners of the wooden desk.

Nakanojo's eyes were blurred with tears again.

The endless grievances and bitterness in my heart burst forth in an instant.

"Why steel?!"

The first sarcastic remark was uttered.

Nakanojo Tsuyoshi could no longer contain his grievances and shock.

He opened his arms in disbelief.

"When did school desks become murder weapons?!"

Why are metal plates wrapped around the corners of the desks?!

"Where did these desk-wielding aliens come from?!"

"When did schools start allowing desks to be covered with metal sheets?!"

"You've sharpened it so much, are you afraid someone won't bump into your desk?!"

………………

tired.

Nakanojo was also in pain.

My heart is tired, and my back aches.

"Let's go back……"

Looking at the cold, hard steel.

The polite and well-behaved boy, Tsuyoshi Nakanojo, chose to forgive.

He clutched his back in silence, glancing at the alarm clock in the classroom.

"Um... I'm late..."

"........."

"I was in pain for twenty minutes, a full twenty minutes!!"

Tears welled up again in Nakanojo's eyes, which were as straight as two vertical lines.

His body went limp, his knees buckled, and he involuntarily assumed an "orz" pose.

"Damn it! I'm late! This is the first time I've ever been late!!"

"Woooo..."

The first semester of this year.

Nakanojo successfully achieved his first instance of being late.

"Hmm... this is..."

She was heartbroken, her face streaked with tears.

But before Nakanojo could even grieve for a moment longer...

Yu Guangzhong seemed to have spotted something square and round.

It was right there, under that "murderous desk."

She sobbed and wiped her tears with her sleeve.

After his vision cleared a bit, Nakanojo took a closer look.

"A wooden box, and... a glass jar?"

I can see what it is now.

Nakanojo reached under the desk where the murderer was sitting and took out the item.

He stood up and patted his knees.

Looking at the wooden box, which had some scratches from falling on the ground, but was still in very good condition.

And a brand new glass jar that was still in perfect condition and only had a little dust on it.

Nakanojo was somewhat puzzled.

"Did this belong to the owner of the murderous desk?"

Holding a glass jar.

Nakanojo Tsuyoshi saw the words written in Chinese on the packaging.

As Chinese is a required subject at Sakura High School, Tsuyoshi Nakanojo knows a little bit of it.

Out of curiosity, I read out the Chinese characters one by one.

"For the maintenance of wood carvings and sculptures".

"Wooden sculpture?"

Somewhat puzzled, he scratched his head in annoyance, only to find two bald heads.

Nakanojo paused for a moment, then silently lowered his hand.

'Don't scratch your head anymore...'

Thinking silently.

He looked down at the glass jar in his hand.

Nakanojo began to ponder.

Are there any classmates who use wooden sculptures?

After thinking for a while.

Some images suddenly surfaced in my mind.