Only then did Megane hear a faint whining sound: "Ah, what did you say?"
Why did he criticize him during his time, why did he look down on him, why did he bully him like this?
Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't understand.
He mustered his courage for the first time, raising his voice slightly: "I said, give the exam paper back to me."
After saying that, he felt very flustered, his heart racing and his eyes darting around, not knowing what he was so anxious about.
“Oh my, what am I hearing?” Megane actually started laughing, waving the exam paper in the air like a little flag. The paper rustled loudly, each flap of it sending a tremor through Sawada Tsunayoshi's heart.
Megane's friend said in a teasing tone, "Feicai Gang, he wants you to give the exam paper back to him. Are your ears not working?"
Haha, he thinks this score is too embarrassing as well. I didn't expect you to actually have any self-respect; I thought you'd be used to being at the bottom of the class all year round.
Exactly, since you're already in last place anyway, what's the big deal about letting us see your exam paper? Don't be so formal; we're all classmates in the same class.
They treated Sawada Tsunayoshi's hard-won resistance as a joke and his anger as a comedy; the group huddled together, giggling and letting out piercing bursts of laughter from time to time.
So this question can be solved this way? I've certainly learned something new.
Hehe, next time go ask Tian for advice; he's quite a talent too.
Sawada Tsunayoshi stood alone in place, his hands nervously clutching the hem of his shirt, looking so pitiful.
Kurokawa Hana gave those people a look of disgust: "Trash, scum, despicable things."
Kawakyo couldn't help but want to help, but Kurokawa Hana pulled her back. "Don't go. Going out now wouldn't be helping him; it would be pushing him into another fire."
A campus goddess helping a loser is enough to make those tasteless teenage boys jealous, then they would start suppressing Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Sometimes, indifference is also a form of protection.
Give it back to me.
A complex mix of emotions surged in Sawada Tsunayoshi's heart: there was grievance, anger, a hint of sadness.
Why treat him like this?
I said, give it back to me.
Megane shouted, "If you're so capable, come and take it! La, see? It's right here!"
Megane held the exam paper high, as if it were a red cloth used for bullfighting.
Sawada Tsunayoshi's brain was overtaken by rage as he actually lunged forward: "Give my test paper back!"
Swish!
The door opened, the math teacher walked in. "Students.. ouch."
Sawada Tsunayoshi was caught off guard by the person in front of him; he couldn't stop his momentum and crashed straight into the math teacher, sending them both falling against the doorframe.
Megane saw that things were looking bad, his accomplices had long since fled.
The math teacher covered his stinging backside and stood up angrily, "Who, who was it?"
Before Sawada Tsunayoshi could even stand up, the math teacher caught sight of him and the test paper in his hands.
Tsuna! It's one thing to get a low score, but to actually show such disrespect to your teacher—are you trying to get revenge on me?
Do you think I gave you low scores on purpose? It's one thing to perform poorly on the exam, but your character is just as lacking.
The anger in the math teacher's voice could not be hidden.
No, it's not like that, it's..
"You're still making excuses!" Sawada Tsunayoshi was stunned by the math teacher's voice, taking a step back.
Go stand in the hallway as punishment! You're standing there for all my classes this week!
The sound of the mathematics teacher lecturing the students about being polite, respecting teachers, not learning from certain individuals drifted from inside the classroom.
Sawada Tsunayoshi leaned tiredly against the wall, gazing at the clouds outside in a daze.
The hustle and bustle inside the classroom had nothing to do with him.
He was nothing more than an outsider.
After finally making it through the school day, he was naturally assigned duty again. By the time he returned, it was already quite late. A warm yellow light shone in the room, making it seem as though this was the only place that could truly accept him.
Opening the door, he saw his mother's busy figure; she was packing her things.
“Tsuna is back! There's food in the kitchen, so eat it yourself. An old classmate of mine invited me to go to Okinawa, so you'll be home alone for the next few days. I've left some money for you on the dining table. Remember to take good care of yourself. Mom's leaving now!”
The door opened and then closed, taking the only warmth away with it.
The food in the kitchen was heated and cooled, heated and cooled again, until finally, it became nothing more than filler in the trash can.
At night, in the stillness of a night with no one around, the exhausted youth hid beneath his covers and wept, with no one to hear his helplessness and grievance.
The next day, he still had to go to school; he didn't even have the courage to skip class.
The class was as lively as ever, a liveliness that had nothing to do with him; no one came to speak to him.
During the lunch break, when he went to the restroom, Megane suddenly approached him. He said apologetically, "T-Tsuna, I'm really sorry about yesterday, I didn't do it on purpose."
Sawada Tsunayoshi was overwhelmed by the sudden attention; even though he was the one being apologized to, he found himself feeling somewhat uneasy about it. "N-no, it's fine."
Megane continued, "Let's go back together after school. I'm truly sorry for the hurt I caused you yesterday."
Sawada Tsunayoshi agreed, but he couldn't concentrate at all during his afternoon classes, his mind filled with nothing but thoughts of whether Megane wanted to be his friend.
Someone actually showed him kindness.
Lost in a haze of chaotic thoughts, school ended, he rushed toward the agreed-upon meeting place.
It was by a small river, the environment was wonderful.
Megane and his friends stood in a group, laughing at him, a strange sense of resistance welled up in Sawada Tsunayoshi's heart, his intuition telling him to run away immediately and not go over there.
He insisted on going over and called out their names.
Megane smiled and said, "Tsuna, I heard you're quite wealthy. We forgot to bring money for our outing today; could you support us a bit? In exchange, we can become your friends."
Don't you have no friends? Well, there's an opportunity standing right in front of you now.
An infinite bitterness welled up on the tip of his tongue; so that was how it was.
“I don't have any money.” In his trance, he didn't even know what he was saying; he only felt an infinite, bitter cold welling up from his heart.
What kind of friends are they? They're all fake. They just think he's easy to bully, they're just using a different method to extort him.
“What nonsense. I know you gave money to those thugs outside the school; it's all money either way. I'll give you one more chance: give the money to us.”
No.
Sawada Tsunayoshi murmured. He didn't know what he was holding onto; they had already surrounded him, he wouldn't be able to escape.
It would have been fine to just give it to them, just like before; why try to resist this time?
It's probably because they are lying.
Sawada Tsunayoshi refused to give them any money no matter what, those few people tried to rob him.
Amidst the pushing and shoving, Sawada Tsunayoshi's lack of coordination flared up; he slipped, fell, the last thing he saw was the terrified eyes of several young boys.
With a loud splash, Sawada Tsunayoshi lost consciousness.
In a blur of consciousness, he seemed to see many people.
Silver-haired, looking like Yamamoto, curly-haired, indigo-haired, so on..
They were shouting: "Tenth Generation!"
Vaguely, Sawada Tsunayoshi heard many noisy sounds.
The ten-year later rocket launcher.. is broken.. it will stay here for several days.. repairing it.. will take time..
.. Ten years ago.. he looked so sad..
.. I will take care of it..
Finally, the clamor died down, swallowed by a voice that was gentle yet carried an air of majesty.
Leave him to me.
No one knows him better than I do.
Author's Note:
Grab some 270x27 to eat.
Chapter 47: Conan's Live Stream Day Eight
The facts told Sawada Tsunayoshi that the police academy wasn't one hundred percent good people; yesterday, he had just been lucky enough to meet a good person.
See, to dispel the prejudice in his heart, hasn't the bad guy just jumped right out?
He still looked like a textbook example of a minor villain.
[Yamamoto frowned: "Who is this? So rude. If only I were by Tsuna's side."]
Can I really not go on adventures with Tsuna?
The World Consciousness answered without hesitation: No.
Gokudera Hayato's eyes were burning with rage. He repeatedly wiped his weapon, staring sinisterly at the idiot before him. "I'll remember this. I'll remember this. Once we're out, I'm going to teach him a lesson, teach him how to watch his mouth."
Reborn coldly memorized the man's appearance.
To think they actually dared to bully his student; how many lives would it take to pay for such arrogance?
Squalo pointed his sword tip at the massive head above, "This group's lives belong to me; no one is to steal them."
Lusuria let out a disappointed sigh. "Oh dear, even though he doesn't suit my taste, I can still make an effort for little Tsuna's sake."
Even Levi was furious: "Who is that bastard to say such things? After all, Sawada Tsunayoshi is the Leader of Vongola; although he is far from the Boss, he is not someone people can just slander at will."
I'm going to call him.
Hehe, you big dummy. If you don't believe that being called stupid is a thing, then leave it to the Prince. The Prince hates impolite people.
Several people nearly caused a massive uproar, the Vongola side was no exception.