This was quite a spectacle.
A crowd had visibly gathered in front of Class 1-A, and apart from those who were just there to watch, Beichuan Si also noticed Seki and Ikegami hiding in the back, looking timid.
Just perfect.
Beichuan Si's expression didn't change, but his eyes lit up.
Yesterday, after giving Magong Tong 40,000 yen, he could say he was financially bruised. Although a few students on the ground did compensate part of it, Beichuan Si was still in a bleeding state overall.
He was fretting over where to find these two to get some money back, and Seki and Ikegami just walked right into his hands.
Seki and Ikegami, in the crowd, were so scared by his gaze that they shrank their necks back.
Beichuan Si didn't care and soon walked up to a lead upperclassman. Before the other could speak, he calmly said, "I think we can talk this through."
Uh—?!
The upperclassman initially wanted to intimidate Beichuan Si to apologize immediately, but after hearing this, the words got stuck in his throat, his face turning red for quite a while before swallowing them.
He looked at Beichuan Si with a strange expression, his confused voice carrying a hint of menace, "You want to talk it through?"
The words "talk it through" were pronounced heavily, the tone making it clear—today, Beichuan Si wouldn't escape this beating.
Unexpectedly, Beichuan Si nodded as if it were only natural and suggested, "This isn't a good place to talk it through, let's go to the restroom to discuss it in detail."
To the restroom? And even specifically give them a chance to make a move? Is this guy's head not right?
The upperclassmen were a bit dumbfounded.
Was this guy seeking his own beating?
After a long pause, someone beside him reminded him, and he snapped out of it.
He nodded confusedly, "Alright, then let's go to the restroom first."
After he said this, the upperclassmen behind him were rubbing their fists, their gazes at Beichuan Si gradually turning unfriendly.
Everyone present understood that talking it through was just a guise; the real purpose was to knock Beichuan Si down.
Moreover, after beating him up, they could still listen to his reasoning, which wasn't contradictory.
Considering this kid was so cooperative and even let them go to the restroom, some even wondered if they should go easier on him later.
"Beichuan..."
Seeing that Beichuan Si was indeed planning to go to the restroom with these guys, Magong Tong clutched his sleeve, concern evident in his clear eyes.
"Don't worry, Magong, I'm not a violent person; if we can talk things through, we surely will," Beichuan Si showed a slight smile.
"...Alright," Magong Tong helplessly nodded.
With Beichuan Si already decided, she couldn't do much; she couldn't just burst into the boys' restroom, could she?
Under numerous curious gazes, Beichuan Si followed these people grandly into the restroom at the end of the hallway.
Discussions erupted.
Most were about how terribly Beichuan Si would be beaten.
Some people even mimicked Beichuan Si's way of speaking parrot-fashion in a ridiculous manner.
Others exaggeratedly praised the senior upperclassmen, claiming they'd practiced taekwondo and saw one of them break several planks with a high kick last time.
Hearing these alarming comments, Magong Tong's worried expression deepened.
What was Beichuan Si going to do now?
...
Beichuan Si genuinely had no idea what he was supposed to do.
He looked at the senior and junior upperclassmen lined up neatly in front of him, all with bruised faces, and exhaled softly.
The restroom wasn't big, yet with these dozen people inside, it was almost fully occupied with kneeling figures.
He addressed a tall male student, asking,
"I heard you say you practiced taekwondo earlier? And you can break several planks with a high kick?"
The tall male student almost burst into tears upon hearing this.
He had indeed said that.
And whether due to that remark or not, Beichuan Si had seemed to specially target his face earlier; now it hurt so much he couldn't even open his eyes.
Upon hearing Beichuan Si's question again, the tall male student's head shook like a spinning top, "No! I can't do high kicks. It's just that I'm much taller than the person holding the boards, it doesn't even count as a high kick!"
His speech was slurred, spewing bloody spittle, and seeing this wretched sight made the students kneeling beside him tremble in fear.
Beichuan Si truly was a Demon King!
Earlier, they had all surged forward, thinking he was a meek sheep, only to discover he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
What reasoning? What understanding? What cooperation?
Everything was merely a setup to beat them up! It was a blatant lie!
In the midst of the beating, someone couldn't bear it and shouted, "Weren't we going to talk it through?"
This attracted the demon's attention, and that person was beaten even more ruthlessly.
He was beating without reasoning.
Juniors were all deceivers! The mouths of men! Deceptive ghosts!
Some clung to the belief that 'with more people comes more power,' recklessly charging forward.
But upon witnessing Beichuan Si kick down three or four people with one sweep, clearing those around in a few swift kicks, no one dared rush anymore. All shrank back, and Beichuan Si eventually subdued them all, making them beg for mercy.
The whole surreal unfolding left them shivering uncontrollably.
Did you think there were no tough heads willing to fight Beichuan Si?
Of course there were!
Aren't they all lying neatly behind now?
To anyone who dared resist, Beichuan Si kept on attacking, striking each time heavier than before until a few of them clung to his legs, begging him tearfully to stop, only then did he reluctantly pause—
And then continued beating.
It wasn't until he felt he'd beaten enough that he stopped.
As for why he didn't use his hands, no one knew the reason. Perhaps he just found it convenient to use his legs.
Beichuan Si didn't care about these delinquents' complicated feelings and suddenly shouted towards the door.
"Seki! Ikegami! You two come in!"
After a while, Seki and Ikegami came in, their faces drawn.
How did this Demon King know we were peeping outside? This doesn't make any sense!
"Weren't these all infamous delinquents from the third-year?" Beichuan Si pointed to those kneeling disheartenedly on the floor and asked.
Standing by the door, the view was unclear, but upon entering, Seki and Ikegami gulped upon seeing the scene before hastily nodding.
"...They indeed are."
"Really?"
Beichuan Si pondered for a moment before calmly stating, "You two go over and have them hand over their wallets."
"Ah?!" Seki and Ikegami's mouths dropped open.
Feeling the murderous glares from the senior upperclassmen, they couldn't explain their predicament.
They'd surely be seen as part of Beichuan Si's faction now, wouldn't they?
Being collateral later might lead to targeting.
Yet, under Beichuan Si's cold gaze, neither dared refuse to collect the wallets.
Ikegami and Seki could only apologize with each wallet they took.
After making the rounds, Beichuan Si found he'd made a clean profit of over 30,000 yen.
This trade wasn't a loss at all.
After counting his spoils, Beichuan Si noticed the still unsatisfied expressions on the delinquents' faces and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Next up was dealing with these delinquents.