Class A of Didan Primary School, sixth grade.

The head teacher, Matsumoto Raiko, stood on the podium and said with a friendly smile on his face: "Today, we have a new classmate in our class. It is said that he just came from the United States. Everyone should take good care of him. I believe

Everyone must be a good boy, right?"

"Yes -" the primary school students answered uniformly.

"Miyamoto-san, come in and introduce yourself to everyone." Matsumoto Yoriko smiled and looked outside the classroom door.

The door was opened.

The white-haired boy walked in holding a stuffed bear.

"Write your name on the blackboard and tell everyone." Matsumoto Yoriko encouraged him as he handed him a piece of chalk.

"Okay." Aito nodded.

Standing on tiptoes, straightening his arms, he wrote his name on the blackboard with chalk.

In this case, it will be written higher and more people will see it.

"Share your information, interests and hobbies with everyone." Matsumoto Yoriko looked at the words written by the other party.

It is not the tender, round and cute handwriting of an elementary school student, but the elegant and sharp handwriting.

It is hard to imagine that this was written by a primary school student.

"My name is Miyamoto Aito. I am twelve years old this year. My birthday is April 1st. I like desserts, the sweeter the better. My hobby is musical instruments. I hope to become friends with everyone." The white-haired boy hugged the stuffed bear and said,

Standing on the podium, he introduced himself with a warm smile.

It seemed to be filled with inexplicable contagion, making those who looked at it unable to help but smile.

Just call it kawaii.

"Aito, please sit next to Hideki Morohoshi." Matsumoto Yoriko pointed to a seat.

Aito looked over there.

Next to the empty seat was a black-haired young man wearing a red suit. He had a dark complexion and looked a bit fierce. He had raised eyes and looked arrogant and flamboyant.

The classmates around me seemed to be looking at each other a little cautiously.

"Okay." Aito looked at the class teacher and nodded, then walked towards the empty seat next to Morohoshi Hideki.

"What is your relationship with the Miyamoto Group?" Zhu Xingxiu sat in his seat, tapping Erlang's legs, his eyes full of condescending looks.

Miyamoto Aito's dress looks quite pleasing to the eye. The sapphire on the collar is genuine, not a low-quality decorative prop. He finally doesn't smell like a poor guy.

He didn't want to sit with that kind of person.

"My surname is Miyamoto." The white-haired boy simply answered Morohoshi Hideki's question.

His last name is Miyamoto, that's all.

As for why his surname is Miyamoto...

It's just because the couple's last name was Miyamoto.

They branded him.

Miyamoto Aito, the name that originally belonged to the child they lost, has been with him ever since.

Aito lowered his eyes under his sunglasses, thinking of the feeling of having this name printed on his body.

At that time, he seemed to vaguely smell the smell of parts of his body being cooked.

It could also be that I was too hungry at the time and had hallucinations.

[Don't leave us, Aito.]

[You can't escape now.]

[No matter where you go, we will find you.]

The woman touched the name engraved on his body again and again, and her words were full of love and paranoia.

"Okay, I agree to you sitting next to me." Morohoshi Hideki's attitude changed instantly.

No longer condescending, but becoming equal.

People from the Miyamoto Group are indeed qualified to sit next to him.

"The students around you seem to be afraid of you." Aito looked at the cautious students around him.

"Because their status is not as high as mine, it's natural for them to be afraid of me." Morohoshi Hideki said nonchalantly.

At the age of twelve, he has already divided the people around him into three, six or nine.

Look down on those of a lower class than yourself.

"You shouldn't feel this way, right?" Morohoshi Hideki asked tentatively.

"Not at all." The young man said with a smile.

What does it feel like to be afraid? I have never experienced it at all.

"Want to join my team?" Morohoshi Hideki looked at Miyamoto Aito and asked.

The other party is qualified to be with you.

"Squad?" Aito sounded confused.

Study group?

After thinking about the things he had temporarily learned about the existence of the school, Aito fell into thinking.

His self-introduction on the podium was also based on a template.

Only the name and age have been changed.

"They are all people of the same class as us. If you join, I can introduce you to them." Hideki Morohoshi said proudly.

He has his own small group and usually only plays with his own small group.

He looked down upon other people and was not willing to play with them at all.

"It's not a study group, so forget it." Aito said in a disappointed tone.

Morohoshi Hideki's expression suddenly changed.

Study group? What is this guy named Miyamoto thinking about?

His team is much more advanced than the so-called study group!

Many people who want to join have no chance!

"Do you know what you rejected?" Morohoshi Hideki's face turned ugly.

"I rejected you, what happened?" Aito asked politely.

Hideki Morohoshi showed an expression of disbelief.

This guy actually refused even though he knew it was me.

He even said it so confidently.

Isn’t this more arrogant than yourself?!!

Morohoshi Hideki glared at his new deskmate fiercely, turned his head and ignored him.

He would never invite Miyamoto Aito to join him again.

Just let the other party play with those poor guys.

Aito, who was glared at, looked at the other person's appearance and Dafu in his arms with doubts in his eyes.

He actually got angry right now, so awesome.

But the book says that you need to have a good relationship with your classmates, so that you can have a happy campus life.

So you should... comfort the other person?

"Are you angry because I don't join your group? Then can you stop being angry if I join." The white-haired boy tugged at Morohoshi Hideki's clothes.

Morohoshi Hideki glanced at him proudly.

Hehe, I want to join now, but it's too late.

"It seems that this kind of comfort is useless, then forget it, I will come to you when I think of the next way to comfort you." Aito withdrew his hand, his tone was both serious and perfunctory.

Hideki Morohoshi:?

You'd better coax me right now.

No chance next time!

He stared at the young man who was listening carefully, his anger +10.

When you see the other person being surrounded by other people right after class, your anger +20.

When I see the other party and other people saying hello to each other, my anger directly explodes.

He took the football and left the classroom.
To be continued...