"You!! quite arrogant, huh~!"
Chiba Shino's face twisted with annoyance as she observed Fujii Shu's calm, unbothered demeanor, as though he hadn't realized the gravity of his situation.
Meanwhile, Saki Ogihara, still clutching his arm, stole a glance at his side profile.
/Fujii-kun must be terrified of Chiba-senpai…/
/"It's all my fault he got dragged into this mess./
"I'm sorry, Chiba-senpai. This is all my fault. Please don't involve him—Fujii-kun is innocent," though trembling herself as she mustered her courage to defend him.
"Shut up!"
Chiba Shino's sharp retort cut through the air like a whip, making Saki flinch.
"Who are you to decide who's involved?"
Shino sneered, her expression turning mocking.
"What's this,why are you protecting him~ because you like him?"
"N-no, I don't…" Saki stammered, glancing nervously at Fujii Shu before lowering her gaze, her voice barely audible.
"Ha! Look at her blush! She's totally into him!"
"Chiba-senpai hit the mark!" crowed Matsui Aoi and Onodera Rei, their grins wide as they egged on the scene.
"Oh, this is rich," Shino scoffed, her gaze dripping with disdain. "A pair of Third-string losers. Fitting!"
In Japanese school hierarchy, there's an unspoken ranking system:
First-string students are the popular elites—team captains, club leaders, and all-around stars.
Second-string includes the average students, ranging from class leaders to everyday attendees.
Third-string, the bottom rung, consists of outcasts—those with awkward personalities, social isolation, or physical or mental stigmas.
Fujii Shu and Ogihara Saki were the "Third-string" Chiba Shino referred to.
"Boss lady, how about we make this pair of lovebirds strip and take some pictures?"
"Hahaha, sounds fun! If they dare report us to the teacher, we'll post the photos online!"
Matsui Aoi and Onodera Rei fanned the flames, eager to stir up even more trouble.
Chiba Shino raised a finely plucked brow, her interest piqued as she eyed the two cornered classmates.
"Alright,Go, strip their clothes off for me!"
She gave a glance to Matsui Aoi and Onodera Rei.
Receiving the command, the two immediately smiled and looked at Fujii Shu and Ogiwara Saki.
At her signal, Matsui and Onodera approached with predatory grins.
" Leo Leo Leo~" Matsui teased. "Are you two going to do it yourselves, or do you need us to help?"
"It's better to take all of your own clothes," Onodera chimed in, her tone sickly sweet. "Don't make some trouble for us, otherwise it will be very painful! It's going to hurt—badly."
"..."Saki's face turned as pale as a sheet. Trembling, biting her lips,she looked helplessly at Fujii Shu, who remained eerily composed, his expression unreadable.
Inwardly, his focus was on the system panel, where his anger gauge was nearing its peak.
Seeing that the two of them had been unresponsive for a long time,Matsui reached out her hand with a displeased expression and grabbed Fujii Shu's clothes.
When Matsui reached out to grab his shirt, Fujii moved like lightning, delivering a blistering slap across her face.
SMACK!
The sound echoed through the cramped restroom, stunning everyone into silence.
"You…" Matsui's brain went blank like a computer failure.
She pressed one hand to her swollen face, the other trembling as it shakily pointed at Fujii Shu, her words nothing more than a series of incoherent murmurs, as though her mouth couldn't form a single complete sentence.
No one could have possibly anticipated that the typically reserved and feeble Fujii Shu would suddenly explode into defiance!
"Fujii-kun..." Ogiwara Saki's lips parted slightly, her eyes lingering on Fujii Shu with a subtle, newfound warmth that she herself might not have fully realized.
"BAGAAAA!!!" snarled Onodera, snapping out of her daze. She lunged at him, her nails poised to rake across his face.
But Fujii Shu, standing over 175 cm with the strength advantage of an adult male, was no easy target.(The average height in Japan is far inferior to that in Europe and America)
If her strike hit its mark, Fujii Shu would be lucky to escape with just a scar; at worst, it would tear his skin apart, leaving him disfigured on the spot.
"Back off!"
Fujii Shu lifted his leg and kicked at the lunging Onodera Rei.
The strike was as swift as lightning, slicing through the air with a sharp whoosh.
THUD.
Onodera crumpled to the floor, rolling over twice before coming to a stop, groaning in pain.
In mere moments, Chiba Shino's two lackeys were incapacitated.
"Matsui! Onodera!"
Seeing the two underlings writhing on the ground in agony, Chiba Shino, the boss of the group, was utterly stunned.
How dare he?
How dare he fight back?!
He's nothing but a third-string spineless coward!
Chiba Shino's brows furrowed in fury as she shot a venomous glare at Fujii Shu.
And Ogiwara Saki looked at him in wide-eyed astonishment.
/Fujii-kun.../
/That was incredible, like something out of a martial arts movie!/
Before she could fully process her shock, Chiba Shino lunged at Fujii Shu, and they became locked in a fierce struggle.
The cramped space barely allowed room for the two of them, forcing Ogiwara Saki to squeeze herself up against the toilet.
In combat sports, when it comes to practicality, hard-hitting martial arts like karate and boxing don't rank highly. What truly stands out are wrestling and judo.
In a real fight, no matter how fast your punches or kicks are, or how tough your body is, you can't withstand a well-executed shoulder throw.
And Chiba Shino was a judo master!
Standing at around 170cm,with an athletic, toned frame, she exuded both strength and grace. Her arms were slender and smooth, her legs long and firm, with deep gray over-the-knee socks tightly hugging her rounded thighs, subtly pressing against the flesh. Her posture was commanding, drawing attention from anyone who dared look.
Seizing the perfect moment, Chiba Shino swiftly grabbed Fujii Shu's arm and, with the precision of a predator, threw herself into him, her back pressing against his chest.
In one fluid motion, she locked his arm tightly, grounded her stance, and with a powerful twist of her hips, waist, and back, she unleashed the move, her body surging with raw, controlled energy.
"Shoulder throw!"
Chiba Shino wore a confident smile, certain of her victory.
In the next moment, her smile instantly shifted to one of surprise, then gradually morphed into confusion and disbelief.
"How can this be?!"
This guy is weak as a twig, weighing at most 120 pounds. She, on the other hand, was a judo blue belt who could throw opponents weighing over 200 pounds.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Chiba Shino's face flushed red as she exerted all her strength and tried again, but Fujii Shu remained completely still, not budging an inch.
"Is this all you've got, Chiba-senpai?"
Fujii Shu's lips curled into a sly smile as he leaned in close to her ear and whispered softly.
"Now it's my turn."
After speaking those words, he cut off the steady flow of rage points pouring into his body from the system panel.
Having endured Chiba Shino's pressure for so long, Fujii Shu had been testing the limits of his stored power, preparing for a deliberate haymaker.
Now that his goal was accomplished, it was time…
With a sudden burst of strength, Fujii Shu broke free from her hold and unleashed all the remaining rage points in his body. His right hand clenched into a fist, and with a single, forceful strike, he punched Chiba Shino in the abdomen.
HAAAAAAY-MAAAAAA-KER!