I teach judo in Tokyo

Chapter 27 Saki, you are indeed a beauty

Nishida Shoji was beaten to pieces and was dying.

Zongjie knelt down next to his head, with a calm expression: "How are you? Have you taken it?"

Nishida Shoji was breathing heavily, feeling that there was no place on his body that was not in pain.

He gave a wry smile: "I'm already like this, how can I refuse to accept it?"

Then, he glanced at Zongsuke doubtfully, but couldn't find anything familiar: "Which rival group are you from, and you want to come to me to establish your authority?"

Zongsuke looked at him for two seconds and saw that his expression didn't look like he was hypocritical, so he said coldly: "There are three younger brothers in your Yanjian group who want to do evil to my classmates. After being taught a lesson by me, they still have to deal with me today, so I am coming."

"Ah?" Nishida Shoji's face collapsed, "I haven't heard about this."

But he didn't argue too much.

As a Yakuza, it is normal to do such a thing.

Zongsuke thought about it and still hoped that his high school life could be calmer.

So he said: "If you agree, then today's matter ends here. If you still want to fight, then we will continue."

As he spoke, he walked over and picked up the blood-stained metal bat.

Obviously, if Nishida Shoji still wants to continue, Sousuke is ready to give him a hard blow.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Nishida Shoji helplessly called out to Sousuke: "I give up. The Yanmi Team will not trouble you again in the future!"

Zongsuke paused: "Then you'd better remember what you said."

Shoji Nishida smiled bitterly: "I guarantee this in the name of my assistant, Wakatou of the Yanmi Group."

"Let me believe you." Zongsuke nodded lightly.

After finishing speaking, he dropped the bat and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Zongsuke stood still but did not look back.

"At least tell me your name!" Nishida Shoji shouted with difficulty while coughing.

"Sosuke, Atobe Sosuke."

Zongsuke said calmly, and then left this extreme gathering point.

Nishida Shoji watched Sousuke leave, took a deep breath, forced himself to sit up, was silent for a long time, and suddenly sighed.

"What's this?"

Sousuke walked out of the dilapidated house, wiped the blood on his face, took out the mobile phone in his pocket and sent a message to Yotsuba Saki.

Sousuke: Saki, the matter has been resolved. I will come back now. You can wait at school.

Yotsuba Saki: That's great, Sosuke-kun, I'm waiting for you.

Turning off his phone, Zongsuke raised his head and found that many passers-by on the street were looking at him with curiosity and fear.

He looked down and saw that his white shirt was stained with blood here and there.

These bloods are all the blood of the Yakuza members of the Yanjian group.

The most serious injury he suffered from the beginning to the end was the left fist that hit his face from Shoji Nishida.

After thinking about it, between "wearing a bloody shirt" and "being bare-chested," Sousuke decided to keep his clothes on.

So, he calmly faced the horrified looks of passers-by and walked quickly to school.

At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yotsuba Saki.

Sousuke: Saki, help me go to the judo club to get my spare judo uniform and bring it to the school gate. My shirt is stained and I can't enter the school.

Yotsuba Saki: Okay!

After Zongsuke left the place quickly, an old man wearing a rather formal black suit and white tie appeared in front of the Yanmi group's small gathering place.

Although he was wearing thick clothes, the hot summer seemed to have no effect on him.

He has silver-white hair, a tall and straight body, a calm face, sharp eyes, and a neatly trimmed O-shaped beard.

After briefly looking at Zongsuke's back in the distance, he walked into the old house calmly.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the gangsters lying on the floor, moaning incessantly.

"Oh? Did you solve it alone?" The old man said to himself, with an interested look on his face. Then, he gracefully passed through the desolate pole in this place and continued up the stairs to the second floor.

On the second floor, Nishida Shoji, who was almost falling apart after being thrown by Sousuke, was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his hands on the ground, panting.

"Interesting, even 'Tora of the Yanmi Group' lost."

The old man's elegant and steady voice startled Nishida Shoji. He suddenly raised his head with a surprised look on his face.

Then, when he saw the other party's suit and leather collar and his calm temperament, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

An old man, alone, dared to walk through the wounded to get here.
  He was not the kind of person who had no eyesight, so he asked politely: "Old man, who are you?"

"I'm Sebastian, just an ordinary butler." The old man answered in a calm tone like chatting.

Then, he glanced around the room with interested eyes: "Nishida Shoji, were you defeated by that young man just now?"

Nishida Shoji's face was suffocated, and then he smiled bitterly: "As you can see, it is indeed the case."

"Oh?" Sebastian smiled, "So, as a tiger of the Yanmi Group, what are you going to do in the future? Are you looking for opportunities to take revenge?"

Nishida Shoji looked uncertain, and then sighed: "I promise that boy that I won't mess with him again in the future."

"Correct answer." Sebastian smiled slightly.

Then he walked forward, bent down and whispered something in Nishida Shoji's ear.

After hearing what he said, Nishida Shoji's eyes widened with a look of extreme horror. He opened his mouth to say something, but saw Sebastian making a hissing gesture.

He shut up immediately.

Sebastian nodded with satisfaction: "You should understand what to do next, right?"

Shoji Nishida struggled to sit up on his knees, hurriedly assumed a Tuge seat position, put his head on the ground and said hastily: "Understood! Thank you for your tolerance, old man!"

No one answered.

He sat on his knees for a long time, and when he raised his head again, the old man was nowhere to be seen.

The panic on Nishida Shoji's face still didn't disappear. He gasped and thought for a moment, then punched his palm violently and struggled to stand up.

Then, he walked to the corner of the room, picked up his wooden knife, and walked downstairs cursing.

"Damn! These bastards! They almost killed me!"

After a while, Nishida Shoji's angry beating and scolding sounded from the first floor.

This was accompanied by even more miserable wails from his men.

***
  Soon, Zongsuke, despite the strange looks from passers-by, returned to the gate of Hefeng High School.

Before I even got close, I saw the figure of my little classmate running towards me in a hurry.

Yotsuba Saki saw the blood stains on Sousuke's white shirt at the first sight, and tears welled up in her eyes immediately.

"Sousuke-kun! You're injured!" She rushed forward and took Sosuke's arm with both hands, "Let's go to the infirmary."

Zongsuke touched the soft and cold hands of his deskmate and gave her a healthy smile: "This is not my blood, don't worry, give me the judo uniform."

After hearing Sousuke's words, Yotsuba Saki obediently handed over the judo uniform, her face still full of worry: "Zou, Sousuke-kun, I think you should go check it out."

Zongsuke smiled and put on his judo uniform, finally covering up the bloody shirt.

Then he stretched out his hand, lifted the chin of his little deskmate, looked into her panicked eyes under her glasses, and said softly: "Saki, don't worry, I'm really not hurt."

Yotsuba Saki, whose chin was hooked, turned red immediately under Sousuke's deep eyes, and could no longer speak.

It was also the first time that Zongsuke admired the appearance of his little classmate so seriously. The other person's big black-rimmed glasses were deliberately shielded from his eyes.

The small nose was breathing a little fast, the pink lips were pursed unconsciously, and the big eyes were full of shame, but they looked at Zongsuke firmly and concernedly.

"Saki-chan, you are surprisingly beautiful."

Zongsuke couldn't help but lick his lips.

Mouth is dry.

　After thinking about it, to celebrate the first recommendation, I’ll add another chapter~
  　　By the way, I would like to recommend this book by a fellow sufferer. You can tell what it is about from the title. Those who are interested can go and read it!

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