Chapter 4

Feng Haya Rin was a little curious. The three families she had met at the Chamber of Commerce were all so arrogant, like local tyrants.

Would the eldest son of the Gojo family also look like a fake noble and disgusting person?

She pulled Naoko towards the school gate, and Xiayou Jie followed behind the two of them.

The three of them leaned down the stairs and saw a row of luxury cars that looked super expensive parked below.

"He is really a young master?" Feng Haya Rin sighed.

Ieiri Naoko nodded: "It fits my stereotype of the three families."

Xiayou Jie began to pray that the other party was a young master with a better temper. Although they got along well, how to say it, after all, sometimes he couldn't get into the topic of the girls' group, so he still hoped to have a peer of the same gender to chat with.

The car door opened, and a group of adults dressed in simple clothes and looked very solemn walked down in an orderly manner.

"It's really exaggerated." Ieiri Naoko looked at these people bowing neatly to the luxury car in the center: "It's like a TV show."

The kind of TV in the Edogawa era, the feudal aristocracy that was high above.

Feng Hayarin's eyes swept across the crowd's dress, and the corners of her lips rose slightly.

Although at first glance their clothes were not ostentatious, as long as you look closely, you can find that they are all hidden secrets.

It seems that the Chamber of Commerce still has not prepared enough goods, and these people can still cheat more.

The exaggerated etiquette is not like modern etiquette, so Xia Yujie no longer expects to have a good classmate who is approachable.

He now thinks that as long as the other party can understand what people say, it will be fine.

A person walked out of the front row of cars, walked to the middle car, and said something to the people inside, and then a group of people behind him bowed respectfully.

The door of the center car slowly opened, and a tall boy walked out. Judging from his figure and hair color, he looked like a foreigner, but he was wearing a snow-colored kimono with a light blue haori on the outside, and his temperament was extremely harmonious with the surrounding Japanese buildings.

Feng Zaolin whispered, "He's a nobleman."

You have to know that there is a big difference between a young master and a nobleman in JK. A young master only needs to be rich, but a nobleman must be good-looking, and secondly, rich and powerful. As

soon as the voice fell, the other party looked in their direction.

The boy wore round sunglasses on his face that were particularly out of place compared to the kimono on his body, and he walked like a crab on the beach.

The domineering aura of the third in command instantly destroyed the image of the cold and nobleman.

The people following him kept bowing and saying something, with an extremely respectful attitude, but the boy waved his hand impatiently, rudely ordered them to leave, and then stepped onto the stairs alone.

"Wow, is this my classmate? One with weird bangs, two weak chickens?" The boy looked at the three heads above and curled his lips with a disgusted expression.

The scene was suddenly silent.

"I take back what I said before." Feng Haya Rin felt that she might have been blind just now. How could she think that this guy was a nobleman?

"Jie? Are you okay?"

Jiairi Naoko's eyes turned to Xiayou Jie's face involuntarily.

Xiayou Jie couldn't hold on to the smile on his face. He barely squeezed out a trace of rationality, maintained a relatively gentle smile and said, "It's okay."

The white-haired boy lowered his head slightly, and his sunglasses slipped down a little.

The pair of bright blue eyes that stretched as far as the sky were revealed.

So beautiful.

Feng Haya Rin, who was stunned by the extreme beauty, had a moment of stagnation in her breathing, and immediately tilted her head when the boy's eyes moved over.

Gojo Satoru glanced casually and retracted his gaze, and turned to look up and down at Xiayou Jie.

Feng Haya Rin and Jiairi Naoko subconsciously held their breath and looked at their peers who were obviously unable to hold their smiles.

Feng Haya Rin: "Jie, super handsome, don't listen to his nonsense."

She stood on the side of the boy's mother. What is weird bangs? This is a unique style that handsome DK specially took care of. It's so cool.

Ieiri Naoko nodded and handed the snowman in her hand to Geto, trying to cool him down.

Geto sighed after being carefully comforted by JK.

It's better not to make things awkward with new classmates on the first day, otherwise they will have to get along for four years.

He tried to raise his signature smile and prepared to speak.

"Hey, weird bangs and small eyes, what kind of look is that." The boy had already walked to the school gate, and the harsh words made the pretty face look hideous.

Weird bangs? Small eyes? All the psychological preparations collapsed.

"Do you want to fight?" Geto rolled up his sleeves with a fake smile.

Gojo Satoru was not afraid at all, grinning: "Come on if you have the guts!"

Just like that, Geto and Gojo Satoru started fighting at the school gate, punching and kicking each other.

Soon, both sides were angry.

Geto raised his hand to summon his curse spirit.

Gojo Satoru's fingertips flashed blue curse power unceremoniously.

Feng Hayarin was a little confused: "Should we stop it?"

"It's troublesome." Jiari Naoko shrugged, and pulled her friend to find a place not far from the battlefield to squat down.

Feng Hayarin looked at the flower bed that was directly blasted into pieces, and compared the combat power. It should be possible to stop it, but, as Naoko said, it's troublesome, so she happily decided to watch the show.

She remembered that she still had milk candy in her pocket, and reached in to dig it out: "Do you want to eat it?"

Jiari Naoko took one out of the girl's palm without hesitation.

Feng Hayarin peeled off the outer packaging of the milk candy, stuffed the snow-white milk candy into her mouth, and her cheek bulged slightly when she ate it.

The two of them squatted at the school gate, holding milk candy in their mouths, watching the two DKs sparring as if they were watching an animal show.

It's worthy of her favorite flavor, it's really exciting! No! It's really delicious~

Feeling the sweet milk fragrance in her mouth, Feng Hayarin was in a good mood and curved her eyebrows.

"Stop it!" Ye Mo Zheng Dao, who was woken by the school alarm, strode over and saw the messy school gate and flower bed.

Two boys were fighting, and the girls were squatting and chatting leisurely.

Before the school started, four first-year students were happy to have a one-day trip to the office.

Xia Youjie stood straight with a frown.

Gojo Satoru crossed his arms and stood there lazily.

Anyway, it had nothing to do with them. Feng Haya Rin and Jia Ru Naoko looked calm, and they put their heads together and whispered openly.

"Tell me, why did you fight?" Ye Mo Zheng Dao asked with suppressed anger, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

He had a premonition that his next days would not be easy. He thought that there was only one troublesome person in this period, but it turned out that this seemingly well-behaved person was not an easy person to deal with.

Maybe it really is true that if you were a butcher in your previous life, you will come to teach in this life.

Hearing this, Geto and Gojo Satoru looked at each other, then turned away in disgust.

Yega Masamichi took a deep breath, "Who started it first?"

Geto hesitated, not yet deciding whether to admit it.

Seeing her male mother about to be beaten, Kazehaya Rin remembered the white-haired guy next to her saying that she was weak, so she quickly raised her hand and pointed at him with confidence.

Seeing the girl giving false testimony, Ieiri Glass, as a good friend, naturally joined in.

Geto noticed the actions of the two JKs, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

The white-haired boy yelled in dissatisfaction, "What do you mean I started it first? It was obviously this weird bangs..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the purple-haired girl had walked to the side of the black-haired boy.

Kazehaya Rin pressed down Geto's four fingers, leaving a middle finger maliciously pointing at Gojo Satoru.

"Three to one." She smiled with curved eyes and made a thumbs-down gesture to the angry boy.

Let this guy just call her a weak chicken.

Ieiri Shoko was firmly standing with Rin, not to mention that the white-haired guy had just shot a lot.

Kagome was somewhat gloating, and it was obvious that he also knew that the two girls still held grudges.

Kazehaya Rin turned her face to avoid Yaga Masamichi and mouthed: "Admit your mistakes."

Kagome immediately understood.

"I know I was wrong, Yaga teacher." His expression was particularly sincere: "I will never make the same mistake again next time."

Yaga Masamichi saw that someone admitted his mistakes with a good attitude, and his anger dissipated a lot.

Gojo Satoru noticed the purple-haired girl's actions and the intimate attitude of the three people, and seemed to realize something, so when Yaga teacher looked over, he could only roll his eyes and say impatiently: "I know."

Because it was the first time, and there was also a young master of the three great families, Yaga teacher, who had not been tortured by DK, only gave a verbal warning and generously let the few people go out.

In the wooden corridor of the school, Kagome and Ieiri Shoko were holding hands intimately.

Noticing the depressed expression of the boy, she smiled and said, "You deserve it~"

There was undisguised gloating in her sweet voice.

The girl was slender and beautiful, with long purple curly hair half tied in a high ponytail. Her beautiful and penetrating snow-blue eyes were particularly smart because of her successful revenge, still carrying the cunning that had not subsided.

"Hey, my name is Gojo Satoru." Gojo Satoru said suddenly, his eyes swept across the snow-blue eyes.

"Sugaru Geto." Hearing the other party's arrogant habit, Sugaru Geto sighed silently again.

This young master's temper is really difficult to deal with.

"Kazehaya Rin." Kazehaya Rin looked at the boy and tilted her head slightly: "If you say I'm weak again, Gojo, you're done."

"Ieiri Shoko, nanny." Ieiri Shoko's introductions were always concise, but this time there was an extra suffix.

Kazehaya Rin understood and winked at her happily.

Ieiri Naoko was touched by the bright smile of the beautiful girl, and couldn't help but smile brilliantly.

After all, they were all fifteen or sixteen-year-olds, and they quickly let go of their hatred.

Feng Hayarin looked at the DKs who had forgotten their grudges and were chatting happily, and asked, "Is this what it means to be friends without fighting?"

She had a candy in her mouth, and her words were a little unclear.

Ieiri Naoko moved closer and could barely hear her words. Then the corners of her mouth rose, and she chuckled and replied, "Who knows, boys after all."