School was going to start tomorrow. She had already received her new school uniform with Green Valley.

The school was close to Dehisa's house, so Dehisa dragged him to change his uniform.

After changing, he looked completely different. He took another picture as a souvenir. Surprisingly, Dehisa's tie skills were terrible.

It felt like Dehisa was too excited to fall asleep tomorrow. Should he call him and tell him to get some rest? Staying up all night wasn't a good feeling.

Murakami flicked the egg white in his hand and thought seriously.

After mixing the ingredients and putting them in the oven, he washed his hands and sent a message to Midaya Dehisa.

[To Dehisa: Are you asleep?]

[to?

Murakami: I'm going to sleep soon. I'm watching Ormet's video.

What's wrong?]

[To Dehisa: I'm worried that you're too excited to fall asleep. I'll go to school early tomorrow to prepare. I'll call you in the morning.]

[to?

Murakami: … I still have that much self-control.] Midaya Dehisa sat in front of the computer on the table and was brainwashing Ormet's video. Before he finished typing, another message came in.

[To Dehisa: That's good. See you tomorrow. Good night.]

[to?

Murakami: Good night.]

After spending so much time with Dehisa, those dangerous thoughts didn't appear again. Instead, he was so happy that he caused a lot of trouble for Dehisa.

In the darkness, only the light from the oven slightly illuminated the corners of his mouth. Even I can do it if I continue like this.

Just thinking about that future made him feel warm from the bottom of his heart to his limbs. He couldn't help but hug himself.

4: 50 pm the next day?

Kōichi Murakami packed his backpack and got on the tram. It took less than two hours to get to school.

The school building looked huge from the outside, but when he walked into the building, it was like heaven and earth compared to a middle school.

The corridor alone was as wide as two cars running side by side.

She tilted her head and looked into the distance through the glass window of the corridor. The sun had already risen, and the warm red light spread into the distance.

She gave Dehisa a call while she was at it. He said that he was rushing to catch a tram and hung up after chatting for a while.

Year 1 Class A, found.

The door was really tall. What kind of person would use such a tall door?

He opened the door, and as expected, there was no one inside.

There was a seating chart on the blackboard. She found her seat by following the student number.

Kōichi Murakami looked at the neatly arranged seats in the classroom. Suddenly, there was an extra row, and there was only one set in each row.

There are 21 people in this class?

What was going on?

She placed her backpack on the desk and opened the gift box she was holding. She distributed the wrapped cupcakes and snacks to each desk and placed one on the podium.

Student number 21?

Kōichi Murakami thought that since there was no special instruction from the school, there should be no problem.

He took out all the mini surveillance cameras from his backpack. When he went back to school to get his diploma, he took back all the surveillance cameras that had protected the school for three years to upgrade.

However, there were no windows in the classroom. He walked down the stairs to the small forest near the building.

Fortunately, facial recognition systems and data collection systems had made a qualitative leap in the industry recently. Otherwise, he would go blind if he just watched the videos of the cameras every day.

He controlled these little things to fly to various locations in the school.

The Xiong Ying Barrier was actually quite strict for the school's security, but there were also many blind spots. Compared with the school's surveillance route, he filled in the loopholes one by one. He carefully avoided the more sensitive locations.

Was the school that confident in the wall-like gate? She had mixed feelings.

Kōichi Murakami looked at his spiders. Most of them stopped at the border between the school and the outside world.

Next was this. He carefully took out a palm-sized round black object from his backpack. It was a broodmother. He slowly controlled it to fly to the center of the school and stopped at a subtle location. It was not eye-catching and had a wide enough field of vision.

The broodmother's technology might not be the best, but it was the most expensive one.

Just shrinking it to such a small size took him a long time, not to mention its processing system. Just thinking about it made him feel tired.

It was almost eight o 'clock when he finished. There was still some time before class started. He put away the controller and returned to the classroom.

There were already many people in the class.

Frog Blowing Mei Yu came to her seat and saw a beautifully packaged box with a note on it. "Do your best to be a hero. Homemade snack. If you don't mind, please try it. It's not poisonous and can be eaten."

She pointed at her mouth. Was it a gift from a classmate? But the description behind it was a little scary.

"Hello, I'm Ruijiro Seishima.

I don't know who put it here. I'm a little hungry in the morning, and I just ate it. It was delicious.

Try it. "The boy with red spiky hair began to introduce himself, pointing at the gift and recommending it to her.

The pink-skinned girl in front also turned her head. "Good morning, I'm Sana Ashito. Look at this!" She held out a hamster like it was a treasure.

"Hello, I'm Frog Blowing Mei Yu. You can call me Mei Yu -chan.

Is this a glutinous rice cake? "

Frog Blowing Mei Yu looked at the hamster in front of her. Its snow-white back and ears were decorated with light gray edible coloring. The tip of its nose was pinkish, and its inverted eyes looked very cute. "It's so cute."

"Right? I can't even bear to eat it." Sana Ashito smiled and raised the hamster to her face.

"It exists to be eaten. Don't waste its delicious taste."

Kōichi Murakami walked to the pink-skinned girl.

"Wow, you suddenly appeared.

Hello, I'm Sana Ashito. "Sana Ashito made a shocked expression.

"Did you make this?" Frog Blowing Mei Yu tasted the cupcake in small bites. "It's really delicious."

?

Kōichi Murakami nodded at them. "?

Kōichi Murakami, you called me?

Just call me Murakami.

After all, it's the first day of school and I wanted to give everyone a gift, so I prepared these. Thank you for your comments. "

A lively female voice came from the first row of the classroom. "I'm Ye Yin Tou. I'm invisible.

Murakami, your cupcakes are really delicious.

Also, Murakami, you're so tall. "A school uniform walked to his side and raised her sleeve to make a gesture.

"It's hereditary.

Hamsters are also very delicious. It'll spoil if it's left for too long. "She pointed at the hamster in their hands.

"Eh, you made such cute things?

Murakami is unexpectedly heartless. "Ashito Tail's voice dragged out.

?

Kōichi Murakami pointed at the hamster. "It's worth it for the cute ones to be eaten by the cute ones.

Please forgive my rudeness, but can I add everyone's contact information? I want to know everyone's opinion on them. After all, boys and girls have different tastes.

I want boys' too. I hope to understand everyone's taste and then make a satisfying delicacy. "

Shangming Electric chewed on the hamster with a twitching face. There was a super scary guy in the class who could say anything.

Seeing the girls and even some boys agree, he was envious.

After chatting for a while, he went back to his seat with the excuse of tidying up his bag.

After putting his bag away, he took out the control device and constantly switched views to check the operation of all the interfaces.

Halfway through, he heard the sound of a door being pushed open. He stopped in front of the row of tables and chairs. After a while, the chair was violently pulled away. He looked up and saw a person with a milk-blonde afro sitting in a majestic posture. She even put her feet on the table and kept tossing a box in her hand. "What's this."

This voice, milk-blonde afro, Heroica. There was a 50/50 chance.

He put the control device in his hand back into his pocket and walked up to face the delinquent. Sure enough, his face was. "Explode … Sheng Ji?

Don't you want to eat? It's delicious. "

When Explosive Tyrant Sheng Ji heard this, he raised his head and looked very unhappy. "Who are you!

Go away, trash! "Was it the mud incident again? He casually threw the cake on the table.

"Sure enough, your temper isn't very good. Nice to meet you. Who am I?

Kōichi Murakami, Dehisa's good friend. Nice to meet you. "

Kōichi Murakami put on a smile on his face and looked down at Explode with his hands in his pockets.

"Dehisa's friend?"

Takeshi laughed out loud. His unhappy expression instantly turned into arrogance. "Trash still needs to huddle together for warmth. It's effortless to kill them. Are you here to die?!"

"I'm just here to say hello as a classmate. Don't be so arrogant. Don't tell me you don't even dare to eat the food given by trash …?"

Kōichi Murakami's expression was still subtly mocking.

"Bastard, you're already prepared to die!"

He stood up with a ferocious expression on his face. Noticing the situation, Cheshima Rai 'er stood up and walked over. "Hey, hey. Let's talk things out, okay?"

Kōichi Murakami pulled him behind himself.

?

Kōichi Murakami tilted his head behind Cechima. What a reliable guy.

"Explode, your temper is as bad as always. It smells good. What a surprise." The smell of perfume was really good.

Cechima looked at it as if he had seen a ghost.

Kōichi Murakami, the girls behind him, especially Ashio and Ye Yin, exclaimed in surprise. Shangming was stunned.

"What kind of description is that? You've been talking nonsense since just now. Are you Dehisa's trash can? What kind of words did he spit out to you? Disgusting."

Explode snorted and sat back down. He roughly tore open the packaging and fiercely bit into the cupcake.

He patted Cechima's shoulder to express his gratitude. When he saw Explode eat his cupcake, his smile became sincere. "No, Dehisa didn't specifically talk to me about you. But most of the time, he talked about you, so I'm a little curious.

Enjoy, I'll go back first. "

His personality was the same as the investigation. Personality Explosion? He had something similar to perfume on him. If he collected it alone, would he be able to detonate it? He was really curious. Ah, no, no, no, the fireworks at home didn't need this kind of material.

Kōichi Murakami's gaze was unfocused as he turned his attention back to the food.

Takeshi chewed the cupcake vigorously and frowned. It was too sweet. Was he the reason why Dehisa dared to resist? It was just Dehisa …

After calming down, he picked up the controller again.

This time?

Kōichi Murakami plugged in his headphones and focused on checking the cupcake.

There were more and more people in the class. The new students were eating cupcakes, but when they saw that he was busy, they stopped and thanked him.

Hearing a familiar voice, they looked up and saw Dehisa opening the door and preparing to come in.

Tenya Iida, who was arguing with Takeshi, saw Dehisa walking up and introducing himself. A cute girl with short brown hair appeared behind Dehisa.

She silently watched Dehisa chatting with them. She wondered if she should buy some teaching books on how to fall in love for Dehisa.

On the other side, Dehisa's face was burning red. Here?

Kōichi Murakami suddenly thought of something. He took out a finger-sized camera and pinned it to his hair. Then, he saw a huge yellow caterpillar stand up in front of Dehisa.

His hand shook and accidentally pressed the record button.

A decadent uncle appeared from the yellow sleeping bag like a molting shell. "Okay, it took me eight seconds to finally quiet down. Time is limited, you are all very unreasonable." He looked around the classroom. "I'm your class teacher, Kota Aizawa. Please take care of me."

The class: Class teacher?!!

?

Kōichi Murakami suddenly became excited. This teacher is so handsome!

It's rare to see someone so decadent in a place like this.

Aizawa -sensei took out a set of sportswear from his sleeping bag and said dispiritedly, "Let's not waste time. Wear this and come to the field."

?

Kōichi Murakami raised his hand. "Aizawa -sensei, you are so handsome. Why am I number 21 in this class? Did you get the sportswear for me?"