People Start Clocking in Tokyo

"Hey! It's really enviable!" Kono Yusuke looked at Morikawa's journey with envious expression.

"Why? Is Kono-kun's grades bad?" Aoba looked at Kono Yusuke suspiciously.

"Uh...hehe, it's okay!" Kono Yusuke looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly a voice caught the attention of Aoba and Yusuke Kono. The two looked up and saw the basketball used for testing flying towards the two of them. To be precise, it flew towards Yusuke Kono's face.

"Snapped!"

One hand stood in front of Yusuke Kono and took the basketball. He looked at the scene in horror. If it hadn't been for Asama, maybe he was already on his way to the infirmary.

"Thanks...Thank you, Asama-kun!" Kono Yusuke looked at Asama Aoba beside him with gratitude.

"Hey, Tasaki, what the **** are you doing, where do you throw it?" The physical education teacher who saw this scene shouted angrily at the person who had just thrown the basketball.

"Sorry! I accidentally slipped my hand!" Tianzaki spread his hands indifferently, saying that he didn't intend to.

"Asshole, Tasaki, you guy, how can you be so accurate when your hands slip!" Kono Yusuke shouted angrily.

"Ha! Who knows." Tazaki curled his lips, not paying attention.

"Kun Kono, is there any hatred between you?" Aoba asked with some confusion, and just noticed that the ball was definitely thrown at Kono, not a hand slip.

"Uh... well, be it!" Kono Yusuke said with a complicated expression.

"Next, Yusuke Kono!" The physical education teacher shouted with the list in his hand.

"Okay, here I am." Yusuke Kono stood up and patted the dust on his butt.

Looking at Kono Yusuke's back, Aoba wondered how far he could shoot. Now everyone basically fluctuates around the average grade.

"12 meters!"

"..." Aoba was stunned. He looked at the basketball thrown out by Yusuke Kono in confusion, isn't it hollow?

"Hey, Kono-kun, you are still like this, don't patronize playing football, usually do more upper body training." The physical education teacher is a little speechless, even if a girl is tested, it may not be much worse than him. .

"I can't help it. It's been this way since I was a kid." Yusuke Kono rubbed his aching arm due to excessive force. In fact, he was more confident in running and other things, but the strength of his arm... ...

"Next, Asama Aoba!" The physical education teacher, who didn't know what to say, ignored him and called out the next one on the list.

"Kun Asama, come on!" Yusuke Kono said at Asama Aoba.

"Um...... Um, okay!" Let me cheer, are you planning to let me directly penetrate the apartment building on the opposite side?

Aoba walked directly to the position, and took the basketball from the teacher's hand and turned upside down, feeling like there was nothing in his hand, it was so light.

Looking at the basketball in his hand, with Aoba’s current attributes, if you want to control the results within the average range, then 25% of the strength should be almost enough. In this case, Aoba poses and aims at the line of sight. In the open space, he gently threw the basketball in his hand.

"Wow!"

A sound of breaking through the air sounded in Aoba's ears, and the fast basketball disappeared in front of everyone in a close-to-straight trend, and smashed into the open space in the distance a few seconds later.

"..." Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at the basketball rolling in the distance.

"Go to the side...test the distance!" The physical education teacher accidentally bit his tongue.

"Yes!" The student in charge of the measurement task quickly ran to the place where the basketball fell with the tape measure box in his hand, and measured it carefully.

"56.67 meters!"

"..." Everyone was speechless, unexpectedly so much higher than Morikawa's performance. Looking at Asama Aoba, who is still standing in the same place, are you really a person? ?

In other words, this has exceeded the record of Japanese high school students!

"Asama-kun?" Kanda Sorata was also shocked by Asama Aoba's achievements. Although he has been together for so many days, knowing that he has great strength, he did not expect to be so exaggerated.

The girls obviously noticed the commotion on the boys side.

"Hey! What's going on with the boy? Why is it so noisy?" A girl who was warming up looked suspiciously in the direction of the boy.

"It sounds like someone broke the school record." A girl was also curiously watching.

"Hey? Is it Morikawa? He broke the record again this time?" A girl with short hair thought of the record holder in her class.

"No, it's Asama-kun standing there!" A long-haired girl shook her head.

"Hey? Asama-kun, he is not only so good at studying, but also sports..." The girl with short hair just looked at her in amazement.

"Asama-kun scored 56 meters!" a girl ran back from the boy and said.

"56 meters? I remember the boys' average score seems to be 25 meters!" A girl looked at her friend blankly.

Let's go, let's go~ twitter~ the girls group got excited.

"56 meters? Asama-kun?" Aoyama Nanami wiped the sweat from her forehead and slowly walked down the track. She had just completed the girls' 100-meter test.

"Aoyama-san, did you know that Asama's throwing score was 56 meters just now, which is too good!" Seeing Aoyama Qikai who came back, a girl leaned over and said.

"Well, I just heard, Asama is really good!" Qingshan Qihai nodded.

"Yeah, I really didn't expect it, the grades are so good, I didn't expect the same for sports!" The girl looked at the boy with surprise.

Qingshan Qihai nodded, looking at the boy's direction with complicated eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

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"Huh~ The morning is finally over, Asama-kun, did you bring your bento? Or are you going to the cafeteria for lunch?" Kono Yusuke stood up from his seat and rubbed the arm he twisted during the test. The class time has passed, why is it still so sore.

"I didn't bring a lunch box, let's go to the cafeteria. The fried noodle bread on the fast food truck has already made me give up!" Aoba recalled his previous experience, and the taste of the fried noodle bread made him unbelievable.

"Oh! Uh, you are really brave. In fact, except for fried noodles and bread, the other flavors are very good, and it is the only one. It has always been that flavor. Everyone does not know why!" Kono Yusuke thought of selling on fast food trucks. The fried noodles bread shivered palely.

"Ah? Is it the only difference?" Qingye was stunned.

"Yeah, don't you think it's weird. I don't know where the school bought the goods. It has been named the top of the dark cooking list for several consecutive years!" Kono Yusuke also stalled silently.

"..." Aoba is also speechless, you are so boring, you actually made a dark cooking list~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Do you want to form a dark cooking world, it happened that he paid it back? There is a Yongling Knife in hand.

"Wow! No way, why are they here together?" The commotion from the back door of the classroom caught the attention of Aoba and Yusuke Kono.

"This... how is this possible, why are they here?" A boy looked out of the classroom in surprise.

"Is it here to find someone?" a boy said puzzledly.

"Find someone? How is it possible? It must be a coincidence!" said another boy.

"That's right, after all, this is a lower grade!" One of the boys nodded in agreement.

"They? Who?" Aoba and Yusuke Kono glanced at each other.

"I'll go and see..." Yusuke Kono couldn't restrain his curiosity, stood up directly, and went in toward the crowded back door.

Aoba didn't care too much, and continued to pack her own things.

"Hello, is Asama Aoba here?" A pleasant voice sounded among the crowd.

"..." Everyone was stunned for a moment, without reacting.

"Eh?" Aoba, who had just packed her things, was stunned, and her voice sounded familiar. He was looking for me?

"You guys, what are you doing here!" Another female voice sounded among the crowd, her tone very strong.

"..." Everyone took a half step back subconsciously.

"Eh?" Qingye felt that this voice became more familiar, as if he had only heard it not long ago.

"Asama-kun, I was looking for you!" Kono Yusuke walked straight back, slapped Asama Aoba's shoulder with a slap, and looked at him grimly.

"Huh?" Qingye looked at the gradually tightening claws on her shoulders, a little dazed.